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Psychology 100
A semi-dark room;
shadows in the distant space,
apparatuses were spread around,
lights flickering,
cabinets against the walls,
an awkward quietude amongst a droning sound.
A group of people gathers around,
for in their midst,
there laid a deceased man.
An uncanny stillness permeates the room.
The center of attention is ...,
... a masked man holding a blade,
it drips of fresh blood.
Who is this masked man?
A killer or a surgeon?
2020 January 15
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