Love and a .45 Page #8

Six at the top...

When in the extremity of danger

a man loses his right way...

he's entangled in his sins,

and has no means of escape.

We had lost our way...

We would find ourselves

in Mexico...

I would work as a mechanic and

Star would appear on a talk show

all the infinite possibilities

of a straight new life

would spread out before us like

an ever-expanding pool of blood.

I thought of the people

who had died...

and I could hear all their

voices screaming in my head.

Screaming, that death...

is not sweet.

I didn't know where

we were goin'...

I didn't really know

where we had been.

But I knew that

we were going together...

and, for a fleeting moment,

I felt that we were free.

Really free.

SkyFury

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