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Hey there gunslinger.
Standing tall.
I've seen you before, and may I say, I'm impressed.
Dead heart society, can't tell.
Unheard of, for sure.
Your chin is high, as always.
Your guns absent of hand.
Your tongue is calloused, but your soles fresh.
Must be chance.
Spitting gold, to you, that is.
I find it the same.
Killed your mother, I heard.
As she pushed you out.
Not as one, not now.
I knew it was a joke.
You deal in scars, work with wounds.
Not of your hand, of course.
You've got those guns on your lips.
Your teeth to bite the pin.
I'd be scared, in sooth.
Of you, I mean.
In truth, I was once.
Hearts change, and pictures fade.
You're a Polaroid now.
Lost in dust.
Voice silenced by rust.
How tall you were.
Gunslinger.
How tall you were.
Bold blood.
Now old blood.
Best to walk it off.
But you don't do that, do you?
Drown then.

Description
Hey there gunslinger.
Standing tall.
I've seen you before, and may I say, I'm impressed.
Dead heart society, can't tell.
Unheard of, for sure.
Your chin is high, as always.
Your guns absent of hand.
Your tongue is calloused, but your soles fresh.
Must be chance.
Spitting gold, to you, that is.
I find it the same.
Killed your mother, I heard.
As she pushed you out.
Not as one, not now.
I knew it was a joke.
You deal in scars, work with wounds.
Not of your hand, of course.
You've got those guns on your lips.
Your teeth to bite the pin.
I'd be scared, in sooth.
Of you, I mean.
In truth, I was once.
Hearts change, and pictures fade.
You're a Polaroid now.
Lost in dust.
Voice silenced by rust.
How tall you were.
Gunslinger.
How tall you were.
Bold blood.
Now old blood.
Best to walk it off.
But you don't do that, do you?
Drown then.