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The city of dead men.
Her neighbor is Repentance.

The father of the town was
Shot at his own front door 
By a rival on horseback.

The horse bucked at the sound.
Her rider drowned in the well
Which he was thrown into.

A school was built on the site
Of a campfire.
The ghostly embers had never
Been extinguished from memory.
The school stood for a year before 
She was burned by an angered pupil.

The library stands naked before
The middle of the town. Never dressed
With literature and unused in
Her goose pimpled body.

One street light: never lit.
The one man would could complete her
Wires was hung for theft
Before his job was done.

Wind beaten people live there.
Never in the past, never in the future, never
There. You can't find it
On a map.

The city of dead men.
Her neighbor is Repentance.

The road between two towns has yet to be walked.

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