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Jun 2016
He was driving down ******* Boulevard He had killers in the car
He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols
His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed
The car came to a stop He pointed at a white house

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Drugs, *******, Boulevard
Keith Edward Baucum
Written by
Keith Edward Baucum
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