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The Trunk
I woke this morn a chilling sweat alarmed No recollection of the night before The sheets were drenched and mixed in beading blood That's when I heard the knocking at the door I sauntered to the front glint through the drapes Am startled by a beauty, don't recall “Not leaving” she says, “open, let me in” Last night I shared with her what would befall Some memories coming back I turn the knob She plants one on my lips, then many more On sofa out she blurts “Well, is it done ?” Don't answer her til I remember things She smiles and says “you did it” views my cuts The blood that's on my body source unknown Still no reply from me until I'm clear She voices “bye, I love you” her bemoan It's coming back to me “was I set up ?” Descends compendium of my cars trunk She must have drugged the brain between my legs Garage-my car-I'll search I could be sunk I turn the key to open up the lid A large dead man is scrunched up in a ball The sirens getting louder “I've been framed” I shake my head, about to take the fall
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