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Out at Black Rock
the gunslingers
dressed in black leather
were ready
oh so ready
for the countdown
facing each other
eyes black as obsidian
sun glinting off drawn Colt 45s
boots dusty from
their journey
thru years no longer
counted
teeth bared
suddenly distracted
by bright yellow flashes
they lay down their weapons
walking off
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