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Mar 13
Of all the things I’ve written,
I could never look straight
at the scores of drafts
that lay like stiff corpses.

A secret in trio with
two lying dead -
I fancied myself a
mystery novel and
found the shelves filled
with blood.

Someone left the
wine uncorked again.
Shame,
what a shame
that it was drained.

And then library
turned to morgue.
Written by
Talis Ren  15/F
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