Murder At 7: 45 P.M. Comments

Sirens blaring and rushing at the scene; Blue and red gliding on the surface of windows of indifferent onlookers who are stretching their necks as far they could,
Before being a resident of a chalk outline in a back alley,
I can imagine light growing dim in her eyes, like a dying ember bracing itself against the cold November air,
I can imagine life gushing out and spirit walking toward the light,
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