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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Walked through this dying town A Latina that burned buildings down A vision of grace in a world of gray A kind of beauty words can't say Nightmares real and dreams old A story of sin and virtues sold Offered a future and a steady hand A future built on solid land Looked through me like glass Waited for her storms to pass She went with him Because she wanted to Tore my heart on cue Became a woman of a drunk All her treasures packed In an old car’s trunk Trading glory For a bottle of rye Under the bleeding Chickasha sky She was the biggest whore The finest in Grady they say In the ruins of Chickasha Men lived for her By the hour - sometimes a month To hold the beauty I wanted once A paradox she had it all But all she could do is crawl The highest rise and the hardest fall Whiskey breath on the breeze Bringing a proud man to his knees Chose shadows over a name Chose a bottle over the flame She said, "I like the warmth of your light But I need a man who runs in the night I need the chaos, I need to crawl I want the one who offers nothing at all" I had to go, she wished to stay In the ruins of old Chickasha The bottle’s empty, the glass cracked There is no way of turning back Leaving gold for the shifting sand With a man who can’t even stand She went with him Because she wanted to Destroyed my heart on cue The whore of a drunk Her treasures packed In an old car’s trunk Traded her story For a bottle of rye Under a bleeding Chickasha sky The finest whore with nothing to give Giving it away where the drunks live Dancing a slow death In old Chickasha
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