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Detective Novel
There was nobody else here
the body said
without leaving any clues
like a detective novel would.
There was no cold murder
with the thrust of
a steel knife
and no silent voilence
that stung in the night.
This body lay there un-found
with a zen like silence
for long than it could remember
staring at the moon-light
the sun-light
and then the moon-light again
fo...
Sunday 14th February 2010 12:52 pm
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