Murder

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My heart skips a beat and

I look up at the moon with joy,

but there is no moon and my heart

was just racing too fast.

The clock did not run out like I

thought it just took a pause.

Then started right back up.

Brought back to the reality

that the crows are still in

the air and like a murder.

A murder of that one lost child

who nobody found and nobody looked

for and I look up again and realize

the world is dull and the colors

are faded. I look at the body

just to realize it's me.

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