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What I saw in the school that night 17 years ago.
There in the hall. In the light of night. In the dark of secret. He kissed her. For luck. For passion. For madness. For mercy. For loneliness. For Heaven. For Hell. For freedom.
There's a hand on the wall. 3 feet on the ground. A shadow slinking down the hall, out the front door, through the schoolyard, down the wet street, over the open field, resting its tangled hair twisted lips double helix head on the gravestone.
There's a hand on the wall. 3 feet on the ground. A shadow slinking down the hall, out the front door, through the schoolyard, down the wet street, over the open field, resting its tangled hair twisted lips double helix head on the gravestone.
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