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 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
