FORENSICS ALWAYS
LEAVES AN ECHO
Standing here I can't regret what hasn't
been done, but that cop with the notebook
gives me the creeps. They shot out the
overhead lights first; that's fairly plain
to see. How they did the rest? Beats me.
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Nothing like awe; just a badgered sorrow.
About making the scene; about running
idle; standing in place all over again. I
can hear the wound still, and all that
pounding hurt.
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