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this is a song about death
and flowers
killing cowboys
and dusty boots
- but how else can they be?
this is a ballad for the
homesick
the weary
restless
bones in our bodies.

they ache and twitch
pull against my skin
thud

they keep me up so they
can forget the sun
her arms
whatever warmth they used to hold

I sing them to sleep
a rusted ballad of crimson mud