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❝ The piercing rays of the sun hug my frame,
as I scream in angony.
The seething knife goes far more than proclaimed,
this was a new irony.
Crimsion blood rushes out,
as sultry memories echo in my heart.
Again, he shoves the knife throughout,
to make a sizzling art.
Plaguing whispers gazes past my bonnet,
as the swaying millets get drenched in his laughs.
I soon find myself in a blaming comet
and then came the police staffs.
His remorseful heart was rescued,
and a gun shot was heard.
More lies were brewed,
while I expired. ❞
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This is my entry for the Propitious Prompts for Poets by @TheHappyWriters
Edition #3: prompt #3 - A murder has taken place in the summertime, written in the point of view of the victim.
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The Clusters of Thoughts (Poetry)
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