A murder had been committed, oh what a dreadful sight
He watched, they watched, we watched
No one would have thought he did it,
But yet he did it again
A perfect tall and handsome face was he, perfect pearly white teeth, doesn't slouch, no criminal record, but what a cruel mind, not fit for society but fits in just fine with his crafty mastermind
He always was a suspect, but never the criminal.
A perfect night mare was the man with pearly white smile.
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Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
