.45 Kind Of Guy Poem by Tanner Herndon

.45 Kind Of Guy



I couldn't have helped you, ever if I wanted to
You were tired, and wanted to be coddled by Death
The gun kissed your temple, and the bullet put you down
Now, you rest eternally, in Sanctuary Town
I never took you for the king of guy who kissed a Magnum
I had you pegged for a.45 king of guy.

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