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Aug 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, *******,
Keith Edward Baucum
Written by
Keith Edward Baucum
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