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Her kiss was poison,
And I was the rodent.
I fell dead onto the floor in agony,
While she stood above me with a grin.
The lipstick she wore was red,
Perfectly on par with her heart.
For her blood was tainted,
But no warning signs were near.
“Danger, danger!” Cried her husband,
“Danger, danger!” Cried her soulmate,
“Danger, danger!” Cried her bachelor,
But all of those cries drifted into murmurs.
I didn’t see the road ahead,
For she had blinded me with her charm,
All I saw was her,
And her narrow, sly smirk.
That was not lipstick at all.
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