Adamsite: poisonous yellow gas with arsenic
She saw her husband hold a woman tight. Began plotting his death with adamsite. Rage dissipated and became more light When his cousin came to spend the night For it was the woman she had seen Hugging her husband so rich and keen. Adamsite pushed behind things that clean. Killing him now would be really mean
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