The Knife Poem by Aldo Kraas

The Knife



That smooth criminal stabbed my heart with his knife
And now I am dying away
And after that the smooth criminal killed me he ssearche my pockets for My wallet that had my metropass and run to catch the bus
So he can disappear of the crime scene that he had commited

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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