copywriting onto itself: new pure missions and exalted feelings. read consistency not maintained.
poet in white, volume 1
i lost you, my white stallion; where are you? it's winter, i am covered with white snow. the white knot - this time it does not come undone. i wanted to ride you into town. snow-silence of white stallion - runneth away into the prairie. and the prayers, gone up in smoke - stallions. i swim, i swim. white, white, like lattice whitewash, i lost you, my white stallion.
singularly terse poetics grandiose salivary
snow-white mustang knee deep in immature estrogen snow: white of the death unaccepted postmortem
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