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Cold Case

Night-time wanderer led asunder Snarls voice my carnivorous hunger Feral gait; silent under the thunder A corpse would cause the village to wonder A corpse completely drained of blood Pooled inside my mouth like a flood Beneath it; barely churned-up mud The body fell with a gentle thud From the thirst, momentarily free Echoing in my mind; the dead man's last plea His body tossed into the sea So the murder couldn't be traced back to me Every cold case began somewhere...

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Date: 5/26/2016 7:11:00 PM
Kathryn Flanagan, Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*
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