A HobbyA Poem by IndaA Hobby A hint of lime hid the crime committed here. Gone all traces of blood and fear. In a small box he keeps near there’s a piece of her skull, when he is alone he likes to stare at it and reminisce, It’s just a hobby of his. © 2013 IndaReviews
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