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My head hangs like a bridled horse, I am worked to the bone, I long for a loosened mane, for open wilds, for photographers to seek my natural prancing with praise Oh I desire to rear my giant legs neighing unfaltered and still be glorified
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
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My head hangs like a bridled horse, I am worked to the bone, I long for a loosened mane, for open wilds, for photographers to seek my natural prancing with praise Oh I desire to rear my giant legs neighing unfaltered and still be glorified
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
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