In A Cool, Dry Place
At the crime scene,
it was odd,
felt like a dream,
the dead girl’s clothes
were still being checked
for trace evidence,
trying not to let this death fail,
looking through the thick crust
of detail,
face pale,
it was a homicide,
in a cool, dry place,
first they thought it was a suicide,
but nevertheless it was such a waste,
a terrible loss,
the dead staring you in the face,
no luck, no trace.
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