HER BOOK OF POETRIES

NOT GUILTY

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Raise your hand,
Now your head too.
Your entries are grand,
People step back from you.

You killed him, they say.
Now, people make a way.
A knife on his throat and on his chest too.
Was those fingerprints intentionally from you?

Face this, hide that.
Bruise here, mouth shut.
You did your part now everyone knows,
Your story twisted, and that's what flows.

Stand up, don't smile.
These cases, they file.
"How are you?" Nobody asked.
Don't go out without a mask.

Now here, I tell you.
Unveil your story, let them know.
Those cases are not worthy.
For you are, not guilty.

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