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Behind the comfort zone
by Ray Solar

he paper said somebody
Must have seen it
It happened in broad daylight
Spring flowers
The promise of rays of sun
Alone I walked
Along the creek
Which divides the city park
I dreamed of smells
With open eyes
Vanilla chocolate cinnamon
A yell for help
Tore into the day
Into my zone of comfort
She struggled hard
To get away
His giant body ate her soul
Rapping her last breath
Nobody saw me watch
From behind a safe strong tree
On the other side of destiny
The knife drowned
In the little river of her blood
The murderer's shadow run
Far away out of my life
I just was too busy to be bothered
I walked on alone
Daydreaming of smells
Of vanilla chocolate and cinnamon

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