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Stranded, Strangler

Lying on the blacktop

Still cold, ten-one-thousand miles away

Waiting for the next one to suffocate

Tie up and leave

Broken and clip-breathed.

A bleeding heart on this

This most momentous day.



Jane and John to join

The last victim down the line,

Arrested together in a state.



Pale, skinny; black, thick,

praying on tender necks.

Love-locked tongues

Running in fear, pulling it off

Dropping to

rainy February ground

On this,

This most holy day



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