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                          A serial killer walks in the evening light

 

                                                                 He turns around once,

 

He turns around twice                                He turns around twice

 

 

                          and then he disappears into the shadows.

Author's Note

I really would like to know what you guys think of this poem. Structure, wording, everything. Don't hesitate to state your opinion.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Hmmm well this is a short but interesting idea
Can anyone know what will come
when the wind blows us cold and gale
or what direction it be from
when finally we set our sail
Who of us can say they understand the meanderings of crazed mind such as mentioned here/

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[Andy Ruffett]

Exactly, you don't.