The Steel Frame Job: A Hardboiled Haikrostic
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The Steel Frame Job: A Hardboiled Haikrostic Smoke-filled garage reeks— Thieves ripped my prize from the wall. Empty hooks mock me. Vultures circle quick, Eye my bespoke steel beauty. Nightmare becomes real. Low-life scum scatter Each time I flash my badge ‘round. Everyone stays mute. Screaming for answers, Hot Campagnolo gears stripped, Eaten by […]
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