she was too good to me I could never repay her kindness a certain amount of magic is necessary in love but all magic comes at a price my pockets were empty but my head was loaded any other weapon might have proved less destructive but I’m a killer with a killer’s destiny she spoke to me about heroin and death and love she tried to rehabilitate me but my heart was still captive to the oriental curse and I rewarded her devotion with slow burning indifference I smothered her with darkness and left her in the winter rain
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