He was so damn good—/
had a look, cocky smile, a lock of hair/
loose across his forehead,/
dark eyes that could melt metal.
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He was so damn good—/
had a look, cocky smile, a lock of hair/
loose across his forehead,/
dark eyes that could melt metal.
We did what we could,
hid the bottles, drove what
was left of him deep
into the yawning hollow