-One day I rode up in the butte country…
Came straight to this place just like I’d known the way. There was something in my life that ruined that house. That house was myself. I’d seen it a million times before… the fireplace… the trap door… Out back there was some cattle bones. All of a sudden I couldn’t breathe, and then as I walked around the side, I came upon some unmarked graves. If that house was me, what part of me was buried in those graves?
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