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Crime seen

 

 

 

The fat man with the cigar

gazes down thoughfully 

at the sidewalk.

 

All that remains is chalk.

 

A human figure sketched out on the floor

A life that was

but is no more.

 

He lingers.

The cigar falls from his fingers.

For one more time today

he wonders why,

and with a sgh,

he leaves.




Fri vers av Lucius
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Publicerad 2007-10-04 02:36



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