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Nov 2018
OR
tired our horses
from centuries ago
winds like knives
cut off speeds
hinder to dreams
by road conditions

or else we will wake upΒ Β to the cliff edge
Semihten5
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Semihten5  42/Turkey
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   Nylee
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