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PINK, PINK, PINK...sounds of bullets

flying array across his own dresser

PINK, PINK, PINK flying from the

hands of him to he, now his own

aggressor

PINK, PINK, PINK, lightly heard due to

the noise compressor

Is what was used stated the detective

to control his emotions was the directive
Regrets

If I could turn back the hands of time I

wouldn’t

you see I have no time for should haves

and couldn’ts

no time for who I would have become

had I decided not to be me not a traced

rerun

I’d rather not go into descriptions
just know