The Saloon

laurencewatkins

Nov 29, 2024

1 min read

A man lays down his

life for a pack of cards

Another pack is dealt

Dealing a chance at life, a gun appears

My gun drinks blood as eyes look to see

A man lays dead

shot through his belly

Outside a bell tolls

At night candles are lit

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