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Jul 2019
How I love the curls in the mane of the dark horse
dripping down his back like a black waterfall
The obsidian of his eyes matches the soot of my palms
His quivering nostrils like my quivering heart
For all the dark horses in the world (especially Billy Raffoul and Jamie)
Elioinai
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Elioinai  Georgia
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