Poem -
Killed Dead (pt. 8)
You looked at the dawn as sunset
You pictured the sunlight as moonlight
You said that murder was only pure love
You shot him and the police were called
You made your birds sound as though they were bats
I will never believe you again
Even if you shoot me
Even if I am killed dead
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