Murder in 3D
Enchanted, hundreds of souls slip through
the eye of a syringe
Injecting age, remedy for life
Slam elderly eyes
Needle in the vein
Hypodermic, natural cause
Injected, two hundred strong
Slayed by the hasty assassin
A rapid fix, dear beloved
Her eyes locked
Shut on his wild simper
Her death, natural cause
English days
British nights
Stalling age
Dear, beloved
She found days long and hard
Country life fit her oh, so well
Work, an endless routine
Her end was so appropriate
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