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when the hours of day are numbered
i am dying
the old west, the old time
as a naked man i go
is there anybody there
at dawn, he said
the hypocritic days
a few more windy days
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
truely
with lips blood red and heart of stone
soft as the bed in the earth

 



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