They get on with life as a blamet,
They're a clever kinda type.
They like blaming on Sundays,
They like telling lies with the sea waves,
They like to contemplate guns.
But when they start to daydream,
Their mind turns straight to crime.
Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about crime with a smile,
Curved lips they just can't disguise.
But they think it's blaming making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
-Ak_aiman
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Blame for Blame ✔
Mystery / Thriller"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more th...
