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Carolina Murder Suicide
Wednesday (10)
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My legs were stickin' to a leather chair
The heat from the streets makin' waves in the air
The police talk to your husband on the phone
As they put out the fire on your neighbors burnt-up home
I twirled the baton outside
And noticed the look his daughter had
When her dad pulled that Tacoma in the gravel drive
They forced themselves inside
And found the scattered piles of a Carolina murder suicide
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I'd seen him swing his wrapped-up hands at the bag in the garage
And I'd heard him shooting bottles off the top of a wooden box
Older brother ran away, took a bag to a bus stop late at night
He was a squirrel-killing boy who picked at splinters with a pocket knife
The house collapsed, but the fire kept on burning at the scraps
And I wondered if grief could break you in half
When the gossip died and the ruins rotted away in the rain
And the fruit flies went to sleep in the drain
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