My heart is a crime scene:
One can still smell
The rusty blood
Of killed dreams
Murdered desires.
Because I never marked
The premises to save detritus,
Everyone walked in
As people walk into a crime scene
Changing everything
Changing nothing.
My heart is a crime scene:
Homicide now looks like suicide.
Wednesday 17 January 2018
LACK OF EVIDENCE
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