A Little Drunk
He never thought,
When he was committing,
Someone is chasing him,
Or watching him,
A crime,
He was little drunk,
Sitting in a party,
Air blew up,
And touched their bodies,
He felt intoxications.
Nobody asked him a story,
But he loudly spoke,
I killed my wife,
She was with someone,
Nobody found her body.
Nobody has proof,
I never confessed,
And nobody knew that,
Where I hid her body,
What is my Crime?
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