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hooves
a wild horse
which is free
free to go
to go everywhere
to run away
or to stay
in the eyes
your eyes
crossed mine
you are my rider
the person whom my heart
chose to not live without
I admire
you make it tame
my heart is not as wild as it was
I feel each step
the mud
the grass
the sand
the snow
through my hooves
the hard hooves
which were infrangible
I thought
Sunday 16th April 2017 3:37 pm
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