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Numbers add to nothing (Free verse) by Caducus

Eighth cell one man four straps thirty four years, five murders. Three syringes four guards eighteen Witnesses thirty four years - six months and four days, gone in two minutes eleven seconds. One Bible in two limp hands, One last thought 23-09-56 exodus. four tears sixteen smiles. One priest. One prayer. One day in America nothing changes.

Dovina 19-May-06/4:42 PM
I like it upo to the last line, which preaches.

Also, the title bothers me because it is not about numbers or addition or zero, but about sewing and reaping perhaps, or about not killing the bastard after his first murder, or about not killing in the name of justice - something like that.




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