Gurl I Like Killing Them Poem by Dorothea Gift Of God

Gurl I Like Killing Them



Blood dripped on the cement like rat to a flame.
I burn down trees like a wild man who's insane.
I lick guns like a dead man with no existence to the rain.
I'm complicated to say the least.
So I take back the gun shots that I pointed at me.

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