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Transference

“He is in room three sir, but sir?”

“What man?”

“See for yourself. There is something not right about him”

I entered the room. He did not even look up. Instead a tired laugh, smoking a cigarette.

“This is a no smoking zone”

“Are you going to charge with that too?”

“I guess not. Do you know why you were brought in here?”

“I have no fucking idea”

“Don’t swear at me!”

“I speak as I like”

Then his eyes opened,

Full of darkness,

No contrition,

No remorse,

A criminal.

He stared me down,

I looked away.

I let him go of course,

You can’t control the devil

He is definitely a force.

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