It was not his fault
That they loved him more
Still he had to pay the price
His blood splattered on the floor
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Frank Solanki 
I’ve been on a roll reading your posts, and I can’t get enough of the way you frame your poems, especially the ones with dark themes. Thank you for writing ❤
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Thank you for your kind words. Appreciate it.
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