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The perfect murder

You killed

Someone
Once 
You know you 
Did
Though you locked
It away
In 
Your mind 
A long way 
Away
A long 
Time ago
And sometimes 
Your dreams 
Haunt you
You hear shovel
Hitting sand
Crunching gravel
You hear 
The whispers 
Of youth
Spurring you
On
And it's your
Little secret
Along with
Your mates
And you think
Along 
With the body
You buried 
Part of your
Soul
And silently
You sweat out
Your screams
From the depths
Of the night
But there is
No stone
No tomb
No x marks 
The spot
For it was
You whom
You killed
All those years
Ago
And you just
Don't 
Know 
It 
Yet 

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