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I walked

Into your ghost town

Only to find it haunted

BY YOU!

Gray skies rolling

Touching midnight

Tripping on barbed wire

Under the backdrop oblivion

Of Black canvas mountains

In the half-lit valley

Echoed the lonesome

Bellow of used up

Coyotes and wolves

I followed the pathway

To the pioneer graveyard

Bare grasping limbs

Of Cottonwood and Aspen

Arresting me amid

A garden of spirits

And the empty longing

For this pain to end