The sun is up, the sun is yellow, shining bright.
Reflection of chrome, pointed nowhere in particular.
Where there should be peace, it’s high noon.
A breakdown in communication, shrieking bars.
Reflection of chrome, pointed nowhere in particular,
until an itching trigger finger got caught in its snare.
A breakdown in communication, shrieking bars,
teeth bared between tumbleweed growth on worn face.
Until...
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