Strangers and Shadows collide tonight,

but the Barber would scatter a life around midnight.


Little fingers type on a keyboard screen,

but Big hands would shutter the emojis seen.


Duty calls to Rapidly respond for a walk on Dumber street,

but Inspection would prove a smashed phone lying next to where

the blood of a windy fall was spilt.


Prima Facie: Smart phone,Dead body,Police on duty....


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