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Crime Against Personality. 

No fingerprints
left at the scene.

No witnesses. 
I was never caught
red handed.

No footprints in the sand.
Feet and hands were clean.

Even so,
the trail of blood
led straight to my feet,

where I, afloat 
upon a puddle,
remain relaxed, composed
and waiting, so: 

hit me with all you’ve got. 
I’ve got nothing for you. 

I left
nothing for me to offer.
I am as
much a victim as you.

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