I’d lose control when she was around.
She’d say dance, and I did. I’d jitterbug like I was plugged into the mains.
She’d say steal and I did. Bags of sweets, a car, that poor man’s watch, his wife, his life.
She said kill.
I don’t even think I asked why.
I know it’s not much of a defence.
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