Poems
Thursday, 23 February 2017
Murdered
Garrett Trotter wasn't home
Despite always wanting to be alone
Has run, run far away
Soon to be policeman prey
Did Trotter commit this crime?
I haven't seen him in a long time
I thought I knew Trotter until
I see next to the road his kill
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