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Dark his eyes as midnight with stars in the gleam. He glowed of snow in moonlights mysterious bright beam. Lightning was his spirits source, and thunder born. he stood in the likeness of a horse, but held high a mighty horn. rapid danced his lively mane that left a rapid trail, across his majestic frame that cascades into a plumed tail. Filled with the rainbows essence spectacular to behold, and just as illusive in his presence as the promised pot-o-gold.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
The Unicorn
Dark his eyes as midnight with stars in the gleam. He glowed of snow in moonlights mysterious bright beam. Lightning was his spirits source, and thunder born. he stood in the likeness of a horse, but held high a mighty horn. rapid danced his lively mane that left a rapid trail, across his majestic frame that cascades into a plumed tail. Filled with the rainbows essence spectacular to behold, and just as illusive in his presence as the promised pot-o-gold.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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