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I slept with a murderer every night of my life for two years. The murderer is dead now. He died some weeks ago in Chicago. That is why I am free to tell the tale.
I was a small boy at that time. I…
Dost thou sleep, my brother Abel,
That thou art so wonderfully fair?
Never have I seen thee
As beautiful before.
Does the beauty lie in my ax,
Or is it, perhaps, in thee?
Before the day is done,
Spe…
Waiting for the Verdict depicts a despondent family sitting outside a courtroom, waiting for a verdict in the trial of a loved one. Through the door can be seen a judge and white-wigged lawyers…
