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He was driving down Cocaine Boulevard
He had killers in the car
He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols
His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed
The car came to a stop
He pointed at a white house
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
He had killers in the car
He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols
His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed
The car came to a stop
He pointed at a white house
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Published 26th Aug 2016
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27th Aug 2016 00:39am
