clydesdale

I still dream of

in me,

  bodies in flight.  

 this memory,

and collapsing   

pounding.

 like chestnut horses.

this wildness

this wildness

 like chestnut horses,

pounding

and collapsing,

 this memory,

bodies in flight

 in me,

I still dream of.

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