A stick-figure of a man hanging from the cross piece of a gallows
We stood on the raised platform directly in front of them
The volume lowered
People seated
Smiles as the image of the doomed man on the gallows scribbled out
No physical evidence
No reasoning
All from the head of a girl
She knew the accoustics of the room as well as we did
Our lives
Only decoration
Like a huge wooden desk and four lonely chairs
Smoke and mirrors
That's all she's got
Her eyes burned adjacent from mine
She knew
She knew I didn't do it
And she doesn't care
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