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❝ The piercing rays of the sun hug my frame, 

as I scream in angony.

The seething knife goes far more than proclaimed,

 this was a new irony. 

 Crimsion blood rushes out,

as sultry memories echo in my heart.

Again, he shoves the knife throughout,

to make a sizzling art. 

 Plaguing whispers gazes past my bonnet, 

as the swaying millets get drenched in his laughs. 

I soon find myself in a blaming comet

and then came the police staffs.

 His remorseful heart was rescued, 

  and a gun shot was heard.

More lies were brewed, 

while I expired. ❞

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This is my entry for the Propitious Prompts for Poets by @TheHappyWriters

Edition #3: prompt #3 - A murder has taken place in the summertime, written in the point of view of the victim.