I’ve entered a contest where you write
Up to 3 poems in the mind of a murderer/victim
The words
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I was dead
It all happened so fast
I was pushed in front of a train
It was always the words …
That’s what it was for me
But
standing in the grey
I realised it was too late
This was one experience
I would be unable to
Communicate
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