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MY CRIME

It was a justified murder...
her body wasn't more that a few broken branches.

She bled a red umbrella,
and no new injury ended by killing her. 

I have been the killer,
and I do not pled guilty,
after all, how I said before:
It was a justified murder,
and I, therefore,
more free than condemned.