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She was just a little girl Just as precious as a pearl No one knew what she was inside She was such a perfect bride To the most well-known man in town Dragging down the aisle, a pretty white gown The man was indeed lucky, or so they thought It was her, that night, who won the jackpot While everyone else was busy sleeping She was still up, creeping Through the hallways and past the sink Soon, was to turn red, her pretty lips, painted pink What happened next? Nobody knew When they saw, no one could ask, "Was it you?" More because she wasn't at all a suspect The husband lay there dead, she cried but, no one knew, it was all pretend They thought she was the 'pretty in pink, perfect girlfriend' She knew just how to blend To his mother, she was a best friend She saw blood dripping off his body, Just the thought, made her so happy Because she was certainly the murderer You can cry, murmur or whisper She doesn't care She is a real-life nightmare -Jayashree Harish

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