Murder
I shot her between the eyes, the bullets tore her face in half, her brain tissue splattered onto the walls, shards of her skull puncturing the paint.
The Painting
The Painting. Please don't misread me. I'm not here for romance. Please don't misread me. I'm not here for romance. I won't ask you to kiss me. I'm not here for romance. I won't ask you to kiss me. I just want to dance. I won't ask you to kiss me. I just wan t to dance. Your poem's a painting. I just want to dance. Your poem's a painting. And my rhymes are trash. Your poem's a painting. And my rhymes are trash. But the song that we sing. And my rhymes are trash. But the song that we sing. Will not end in a crash. But the song that we sing. Will not end in a crash. I've fallen so many times. Will not end in a crash. I've fallen so many times. True love's never true. I've fallen so many times. True love's never true. There's passion in my rhymes. True love's never true. There's passion in my rhymes. But not the kind that want...
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