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The question they're always asking me is
Was it accidental?
Was it accidental for a women as frail and
Fragile as me to commit such a murder?
With every push of the knife into his jugular
The only regret
Was the bloodied white cotton bedsheets
Stained forever in him
So was it accidental?
Or was I just ready to kill?
