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At the crime scene,

it was odd,

felt like a dream,

the dead girl’s clothes

were still being checked

for trace evidence,

trying not to let this death fail,

looking through the thick crust

of detail,

face pale,

it was a homicide,

in a cool, dry place,

first they thought it was a suicide,

but nevertheless it was such a waste,

a terrible loss,

the dead staring you in the face,

no luck, no trace.