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The killer

The killer Look at me my hands are full On blood ink Look on to the clothes of me its stain with my the mark of hunt I cried I laughed I cried I laughed but don't close my eyes From the moon to the sun I am guilty for to kill my heart Because of my life.... . With love all MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD

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