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Sunday, November 1, 2009

When the lights came up

where the matress
positioned center stage
lay crumppled

under two bodies
a murder of sorts
it would seem to be

she sits
alarmed

gathers herself and flees
Posted by sleepwalker at 10:12 PM

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