Murder In The Stands Poem by Fleur de Lys Rune

Murder In The Stands

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The seats drip with blood,
The last footsteps of the departed echo,
The smoke clears,
What is left but death?

Friday, March 16, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: death,murder
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