The Photographer

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Just one more my dear, please

The sinister words came with ease

Grotesque, though offered to appease

His captor as her death is seen

All the while the lens kept clicking

As her heart beat slowed its ticking

Magnified images he was thinking

As in her pain he was drinking

Just one more he pled again

As life drifted from her brain

His specialty, photographing pain

His clientele unknown remain.

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