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A Journalist Falls In Love With Deathrow Inmate #16

I was writing his story, And he gave me a look
He was very handsome, distractingly so
and I never dreamed that he'd be my boyfriend
He wrote me letters, daily from prison
That said I know I've killed a few
But none of those women were you
I couldn't speak
It was over for me
I found my grim reaper prince
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