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Murderous Tears
{Murderous Tears}
These murderous tears
follows down my
cheeks wetting my
shirt as I gently wipe
them away like the way
the did you by
murdering you in
cold blooded murder
and it left me here
like a child that was
orphaned to survive
in these darkened
cold gangster streets
that the blood stained
asphalt surrounds my feet
But I cannot...
Wednesday 4th July 2018 6:27 pm
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