a pet ground hog for a keep
limited to only a vertical posed stance
stylized messages
stories I desire to tell
my outward presentation
who do I speak to / who do I owe my expression to
none.
I fell in love, as permitted
with a blend of the dark and fair
regardless, a pure blood / hybrid
when we touch I swore
I ran a hundred thousand miles per second
If only we were given a sky
I would let my horses gallop
my sheep wander
to tough terrains
steep, angled stones
that was why we met
that only moment shared
let me illuminate your sea of black
like those creatures
no name to be consumed
no face to be remembered
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