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i had over-prepared the event
the old west, the old time
to come so soon to this imagined dark
i went up and down the streets
as i lie roofed in, screened in
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
tripping up, falling down
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
within my hand i hold
the sun is up

 



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