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Nov 2016
Desert dust, Broken past, Hidden lust; all flew away as I took a glance at the girl who held a knife that was set for my life
Tonight I dont know if I will survive
All I know is that I am in Love
with one who loves to **** and I love to Write
there is a huge difference
She will be my death sentence

She licked my neck and said "my friend you're dead!"
She stuck the blade right in my chest
To her suprise I had no blood
She was so afraid
We made eye contact and I kissed her a sweet goodnight

Days but ago,
I lay dreaming of death, woven sharper than my woman
I never knew fire could shape ice
I write and she kills
I rhyme and she takes on the thrills
Hopefully no blood spills

Love, Love, Love, I survived my Serial Killer Wife!
Take, Take this Life, If I dont love my Serial Killer Wife!

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
eternity!!!!!!!
I live for you baby!!!
Allan Mzyece
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