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From the addendum section to the Lansing Investigation in Dallas, turned over to the Fort Worth Police by Sergeant Jack Goldman. Investigators believed it held clues to the whereabouts of Lisa Lansing, her fate, and the suspect(s) involved. PRINCE
It settled in a fury. Cold and wet, it faded fast. I wondered in a worry, after sunset if it would last. I, who loved the wind and missed it so. It darkened in a hurry, and I alone found in it, a light. Adrift in a flurry, from the Empress, they touched me, white and soft, stirring needs shaped long ago. Now, I await the scurry of mortal prey hiding from the dark, in the water blurry, fleeing, floating, flying, 'til Luna rises stark. At last, I am sated, yet I'll seek others soon, I know. But, I'll not be touched again by the Empress flowers pure, for Innocence and Wind, have never shared allure.
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