Horses
Today there are horses bolting out of the sun, towards us in a snort of black heat. Close your eyes and the likeness of a sun remains somewhere, there in the dark of your brain-eye, rising in diagonals, the broken…
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Today there are horses bolting out of the sun, towards us in a snort of black heat. Close your eyes and the likeness of a sun remains somewhere, there in the dark of your brain-eye, rising in diagonals, the broken…
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