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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https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/prompt-may-16/#
http://fivedotoh.com/2023/02/17/fandangos-flashback-friday-february-17th/
The Bag Lady 
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