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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In one ghost whisper of a town, the mourning sunset had bloodshot eyes A tombstone place that was long shadow past it’s boomtown prime Withering eureka hope fills the short cups of the abandoned mine folk Whiskey tears takes a canary desperado gulp Purgatory waiting ~ Gut rot has all the suicidal time in the world to stomach more wasted dreams On this dying twilight night, a bad moon is darkly rising ... as the half-empty saloon doors swing During visitation of a short desert weep, a 6-foot four twin emerald glow mysteriously steps out of the downpour A black-cloaked man, with twelve lead fingernails, was tapping a cold metal dirge melody as he walked in Taking up space for two, the raven-haired man said to no one in particular, Death was his sidearm friend After ordering the strongest bottle from a shakily, weak-handed bartend ... the tall, dark-clothed man saw gambling courage slowly returning in the pale faces of the paying patrons Green hue greed shone in the mirror reflection — his baleful, beryl stare saw that avarice look before Plenty of bottom card dealt undertaker action was coming ... coffin photos taken of a bloody floor Midnight was always the best time for quick draw ire killings When drunken surfeit hearts had a belly full of wanton violence feelings Losing was the spark that lit the firewater spillings Scarlet darkness overshadowed the cemetery sob kneelings Cloaked in the mantle of a soul reaper, the blackness of a red bullet hole was a grim reminder to those witnessing the terrifying departure of slow hand ... cheating, widow purse keepers — That a dozen toasts for the living always were closing-of-the-eye cheaper
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