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Short little spiel about a man involved with the law enforcement.


Submitted:Jun 15, 2008    Reads: 130    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Basement Mysteries

I sat in the basement on this winter night.

The chill ran through the cracks of the window and up my spine. Sounds of thunder rang through the night.

A flash cracks and reveals the weeping willow in my lawn

The memories of todays murders cloud my mind.





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