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We arm-wrestled for a whiskey.
I held her like a sneeze.
My cartoon cowboy lasso tied
my heart to her vacant chair.

She’s her own sad blues bar
wearing the dress
of a traveling band.

I’m my own empty rail car
wrapped in the ocean
of endless summer.

Text by SM Kubica

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