A Haiku —
When I read the news
I always really hope that
He’s a dead corpse now
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Almost as soon as the thief breathes his last breath, a cloud of sinister black fog envelops him, and when the fog lifts, the carcass has disappeared.
When I read the news
I always really hope that
He’s a dead corpse now
Categorised as: /dev/random | Blogs
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