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....
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With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
Copyright © Jagdish Bajantri | Year Posted 2020
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