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Desert man
With bag of bones
Crawl your way into your slumber
Nomads always loose their homes
When they pick
Unlucky numbers
Count your shells
And click your heels
Desert man
The dice outplayed
Pocket thin
With ideas that ran
Metal on your
Is what betrays you
Weak men
Target souls
That meek
Plant their poisons
Where no one speak
A bully stands
With a badge of gold
Let his spine
Be neatly folded
As you came
And clawed your way
For me
Devils dance
And taste your shadow
Dreams of freedom
Are make believe
You don't even have


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