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the rowdy prisoner

I'm hungry,

she whispers to him

as she slowly undoes the knot in his tie

and slips it around her own neck

and puts on his jacket

and straddles his desk.

such important papers and expensive pens

fall like confetti to the floor.

give me what I worked for.

So he walked out of the office

with an empty briefcase

but a heavy head full of shame.

and the woman waited for nothing

and no one

to hand her freedom anymore.

she was free. she had always kept those keys.

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