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Found something I wrote a while ago…

Ghost towns have no keep for the living.
Past gates of dust,
Doors swing in the gallows.
Chairs crowd the empty rooms.
A town carved from red, red sky.
Dark dresses and the setting sun,
Lacking words of wisdom.
Words lacking firm teeth.
The hot breeze carries them high.
Only animals walk the path the follows;
Beneath matching clouds and skies.
No time to stop,
It seems the road is ablaze.

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