the leaves are wet with dripping rain.dripping down, the rain falls into her pain.it washes away the blood of her crime, neighborhood.all she did was good now her guts are cut.she lays there and what? bleeds, and the rain washes away the seeds of evidence.is god against? he helped the criminal by washing away his tracks, and his evidence, he wont be back.
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