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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
Läst 495 gånger och applåderad av 3 personer
Publicerad 2007-10-04 02:36

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