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Äŧül Jun 2019
On every terrorist incident,
Leave they not a stone unturned,
And scream it without fail.

Why do they think of 7th heaven,
Heaven after killing so many,
Of the innocent people?

Undertakers of Ola they are,
******* commit dastardly acts,
Ever will they be able to gaze,
Right into their own eyes in a mirror?
Ola Who Uber is their warcry

Secondary acrostic.

My HP Poem #1747
©Atul Kaushal
Allan Mzyece Aug 2016
My Star is so freaking *******
She is the girl that can rip your head off, **** down your neck and make you beg for more!

Her kiss is something you cant describe
haters jealous but, ***** dont **** my vibe
Her beauty; it is a stranger on earth
She lights even for the fools that fear death
The Sun couldnt compete with my Star
She can burn everything from Afar

My Star is so freaking *******
She is the girl that can rip your head off, **** down your neck and make you beg for more

No one can replace my Star
not even love from above
heartless!!!
They can keep their love
heartless!!!
And I, I will keep my hate!!!
hug her tight in Satan's hell and scream like an Angel that just fell
Cause I love what I can't have

Yes, I love a Star and I would Die just to be with her!
#$tar
#Lanski

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