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Nov 2014
I commanded all the soldiers riding asleep
this vision of me deep in the black
getting even or growing bigger?

From the waist down I was a horse galloping
grazing any pasture I pleased,
prancing into the forays
winning every battle.

conquests easily the day was pleasing
the prairies all mine. This vision what I was in, was the epitome
of lacking awake the fortitude
to take what I wanted.

Courage I had, one dreamy night, I guess I was lucky:
You acted like I was Cochise and you were Pocahontas,
on the range our tepee burning down the night(mares)
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