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RedRum

 She poured the Red Rum into the tall glass,
Sat on the Red Velvet Couch,
Drank the Red Rum slowly,
The door jolted open,
She didn't budge,
Laughter and voices filled the house,
Replaced the dead silence,
The room door opened,
He was shocked and the woman in his hands too,

So you are the one he said,
Yes,
Came the reply,
She had this cold look in her eyes,
Her hair undone,
Red bloody lips,
Why he asked,
His legs were trembling,
Sweat at 7 degrees,
Scared eyes,

That is the question I should ask said she,
She slowly raised from the couch,
Her nails long and beautiful,
They call me a psychopath why she asked,
You kill people,
Came his reply,
Wrong I kill men who deserve it,
She took her gun and,'
Shot them both,
And wrote on the wall,
Red Rum last one down

~SRUTHAKIRTI.M

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