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and there’s seeds there like blood already freezing

ready to stand tall at high ht

ready to fire so fucking loyal, so sweet,

like every girl who ever said no

turning around at once and opening their arms

And your honor’s out on the table, all cards hid

And by your honor I mean my honor,

and byin me, always, forever,

everything in a body that knows

what to do with six ruby bullets

and a horse the color of two in the

That knohen the West tastes like death and an old paperback

you saddle your shit and ride East,

when you’re done with it all you don’t put down roots

and Drunk Bob says: coot that book to write