in the cold grazing
land
the cowboy flicker
his wand
for herding the
mustang
to return to the
blank
pieces of memories
remnant
makes way to the
distant
i'll take all that I
can
on my return to the
blank
singing aloud her
song
the maid was already
gone
listen to the hymn
she sang
on the journey to the
blank
whiter than the
desert sand
a spark of vision
that I ever had
cant leave behind my
hideous pang
on transit to the
blank
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