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She had arrived
With hope in her
Heart
From her true love
Never to
Part
His true intent
Never quite
Clear
Stealthily, cat-like
Approached from the
Rear
The deed done
He did hurriedly
Flee
Off to continue
His sordid crime
Spree
Marking the spot
A modest
Bunch
All he could muster
In a time
Crunch
Out of My Write Mind 