Gone when I returned, one vanquished and twenty, reason not found, yet there were you whence I came around, resting quiet, perfect and still, not a blemish nor a mark in glorious colour, my heart subdued, there you lay statuette in the dark.
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The Broken Horse
Ba rbed wire namely life shredding skin the once upon a time you were irrevantly perturbed in guilt ridden sin the little child growing...
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