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Just numbers on a box...
John Doe 101-104
Life of Crime
Crime of Life
See me here, festering in rotten wooden stacked boxes. In the earth, no name, they give you a JD ID. Coulda been a murder, coulda been anything. Watch me rot to nothing. Just like the records they hold on me.
Truth is I am Jane Doe 127 and they haven’t buried me yet. Sat on the grass while two gravediggers smoke their last cigarette…
World moves on.