Stallion

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Her name; an important presence Polite, Reserved, and Proper: The smokescreen of authentic identity With cracks at the edges of an unceasing mold,
Family has written the world couldn't  persuade them into loving art yet art was hanging everywhere I stood. even coercing them for peace In a home of clocks and carpet and reconstruction
I am not property,
The thundering hooves,and megestice beauty,of the wild stallion.
I may cry when I fall down and everyone is gone But like a beautiful, majestic horse, I still ride on When everything is done, and I am the only one Like a child skater, I ride on                                Though every time I've cried, my tri
Crazy and insane Like a stallion's mane Wild and funny Spesh when it's not sunny Handsome ans sweet Without a doubt With you by my side There's no need to pout Your hugs and kisses
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