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Friday, 7 October 2011
House Break
He lay dead
IN HIS OWN BLOOD
wearing his own shoes
WHERE HE HAD BEEN
sipping his own coffee
IN HIS OWN HOUSE,
resting on the cupboard
WHERE HE HID,
his gun
HE WAS SHOOT DEAD.
next to him.
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