Murder of Love
I was arrested
for murder
he asked me
to do it
I pulled the
trigga. I put
the bullet in
his heart
for love.
he was nothing
good for me
I put that bullet
in love
and let it die.
he was the
bullet to
my banga
I shot
him
in the
heart
now I
take the
charge.
poem by Larria Labry
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