Tuesday, August 3, 2010

One Hundred Eighty-Eight


So I've decided to stay as long as you need me--a hired gun backing your play against a ruthless disease. So what do you need, do you want me to lay down a stream of bullets so you can make an escape, or do you want me to stand behind you--only jumping in if they gang up on you? I'd take a slug for you sweetheart, and maybe thats a misguided commitment, but I love you, and you're worth it.

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