Dark red bloodstains on my shirt
Brand new shoes now smeared with dirt
Freshly turned soil in my garden
Washed my hands and closed the curtains
Started mopping up the floor
Destroying evidence galore
Oh, today was a very fun day
Said goodbye to dear old May
It's time for a late night walk
To the lake near the mosque
Her jacket and broken phone float away
For your crimes you always have to pay
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This is my attempt at a murder poem! The character here has murdered someone called May for a 'crime' they committed, but honestly it's kinda ironic considering murder is a crime too. I wonder whether or not they're gonna get caught.
P.S. Please vote and comment!
With love,
Loonazure
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