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Apr 2018
hard hooves on soft dirt
his hooves pound the rhythm
to a song only we know
a song that i never wanted to end

one day
the hooves started beating out of time
and our song was distorted
the world went up in flames

no one could fix our melody
never again would we play in perfect harmony
Natalie
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