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Aug 2014
that's the thing about a murderer
they become so broken and haunted
that even their own hand
seems sinisterly daunted

but it's kind of humane
what their mind will have done
it has broken a reality
it refuses to let them run

they will only see
the life that they took
every single eye
is their victims look

and in a way they are new
nerves exposed to the earth
for a search for calm
their being is rebirthed

and isn't it insane
that a person is made new
when they **** another
without leaving any clue.
inspired by a recent reading of Therese Raquin
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