Trouble Gotta Eat

You know... he’d say,  when you are weak, you are welcoming trouble. It finds you. Hears you sobbing…it’s got an ear out for that whimper in the night like some little baby boy afraid to go out into darkness and leery of the day without your mother. It prowls for you... 
    Eat away your soft belly. 

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     ETCHING - JAIL CELL

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