when…

when they’re
shooting at
you what’re
you thinking
abt billie sd
dillinger
tossed a
45 slug &
billie caught
it a hole
in the wall
dillinger sd
billie stared
at the bullet
a second
then tossed
it back sd
you mean
death no
dillinger re
plied it’s
where death
sleeps i
wanna go
there get
a taste of
the night


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