Death smiled shyly.
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I've never reversed a 45
but I've stared down the
barrel of a .45,
and grinned like a madman
in the face of death;
Death smiled back shyly,
but didn't say much.
(since death is more a thing
of action than angel
of senseless words.)
I've borrowed time,
(that I never intended to
pay back)
and even taken out
mortgages on my
Soul.
But until Now,
(this moment)
Love has never
made me wish
to feel more Whole.
Are you the .45
I stare at half-mad,
with desperation
in my Heart?
Or just another whisper
in My Head of Constant Art?>
j.s.h.
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