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He use to say I was a good girl. But I can tell by the look in his eyes. He's afraid of the thought in my mind. And if he was psychic, this might get indited. Cause I’ve committed murder....over and over... If he had a crystal ball, he'd see me by the wall, right behind the door. With my knife in hand, this nights been planned, when my flight lands..Im free. He'd predict a double homicide, his bitch gone ride, in the trunk tied, till the morning tide bleeds. Breathe. He use to say I was his angel. But I can tell by the way that we do. She's in his brain and in bed with us too. And if he got visions. I'd be in prison. They'd call it slaughter. I'd call it torture. And if he got premonitions, he'd see me in the kitchen, waiting in position. With my knife in hand, this nights been planned, when my flight lands....I’m free. He'd predict a double homicide, his bitch gone ride, in the trunk tied, till the morning tide bleeds. Breathe. I wrote this thinking about a man who constantly caused pain to his partner. When he was able to see into her mind to understand how she could continue to love him...he saw that he was already dead. Everything he took credit for, never really existed. Murder is just a metaphor

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