A black thread of evidence

Stacked up against the man,

He sees the forest through the trees

But this wasn’t exactly his plan.

Now he sits and waits

For nothing else but time,

He’d planned the perfect getaway

But not the perfect crime.

Wipes tears from his fiancé

She knows he’s going away,

Has the money sitting at home

Yet he’s the one that’ll pay.

 

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