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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 white house.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
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 white house.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Published 13th Mar 2017
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14th Mar 2017 1:51pm
black&white&red - all the colors of crime & poetry;
there's enough here for us to build a DeNiro movie on...
there's enough here for us to build a DeNiro movie on...
17th Mar 2017 6:22pm
