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A horse rests...licks a desert rose, exposing denture-like teeth. Slowing its voluptuous space to the courting of flies. Its Grecian-black olive eyes, poke their pits in a pinpointing gleam. A chancing apocalypse mid-stride...allots dust the fire it so craves under the sun. As it settles...the horse is dismounted, and let loose--a disorienting beauty ensues. As if nature could part wild ways...onward... onward...where went the beast...where went the man?
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
Chancing Apocalypse Mid-stride
A horse rests...licks a desert rose, exposing denture-like teeth. Slowing its voluptuous space to the courting of flies. Its Grecian-black olive eyes, poke their pits in a pinpointing gleam. A chancing apocalypse mid-stride...allots dust the fire it so craves under the sun. As it settles...the horse is dismounted, and let loose--a disorienting beauty ensues. As if nature could part wild ways...onward... onward...where went the beast...where went the man?
Onoma
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
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