His low moans bounce off the walls of the alley,
echoing in the darkness. The rays of the streetlight
stray close, but never close enough.
Puddles redden as he drains by the minute,
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A piece of raw, realistic writing here, Dan. Sordid, up-the-dark-alley stuff. Well written. Love, Fran xx