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Crime Scene

Right next to the road
It happened
Ever since then,
I see you at the same spot,
The Crime Scene
You seem sad,
Always by yourself
I see you on my way to town
And when I go home,
You’re still there
Is there anyone else
You can be around?
Did you know anyone else?
I always want to stop
And just watch,
Maybe try to say something
But you wouldn’t understand,
You couldn’t
You poor goose
I hope you find the strength
To fly
Spread your wings
And soar



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