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(inspired by characters from Anne Rice's 'Interview with the Vampire')
'tis true that my first kiss
robbed you of your life,
but it was for that very reason
that i loved you.
you were a child,
so flush in the cheeks
and your gaze carried me far away
from the hell that i shared with him.
you would have been an angel to me
...and you were!
yes - i stole your life;
and he, the one i would despise,
reclaimed it;
packaged it in immortality
and gave it unto you.
but i loved you.
you smelled of dew covered flowers,
of birds singing,
of children laughing,
of lovers dancing.
i wore that smell on my coat each night,
and i loved you.
it hurt me more than death
when you told me 'i hate you',
when i knew deep down you loved me, too.
and then that night
you said that
the one who stole your life
you would love forever
and that the one who gave you life
you would kill.
though i did hate him more than life itself
i did not want to see him killed -
not by your fragile hands,
not by the scent of innocence!
the fire that burned in your cherub eyes,
the fire that raged incessantly,
scared me as much as i loved you.
i begged: 'no! stop!'
but my cries were muffled
by your screams
and his crying
and soon he was dead -
or as dead as we thought him to be.
and all that remained was you and i:
you,
who resented your life,
and i,
who stole what you hated
and loved you. 
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