Spaghetti Western

The vast canyon of your arms length,
Creates miles of dusty loneliness
With tongue tasted syllables
Pulled from the horizon
Your mouth molds air
Into the shape of goodbye.
And I leave
With a bullet in my back.

Ruby Honeytip

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