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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2011 Mar 06 Comment on this Work [[2011.03.06.23.01.24270]] |
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A horse standing still the tempest is past through the hills rain still dances storm's billowy last cold from the torrent's cumulonimbus harass I stand here shivering, but my legs.. strong and fast And I wait for your saddle your spurs and my task wait to run far away to where spells are not caste to arrive, your legs squeezed 'round this heart's carapace, at perpetual's kingdom where time does not pass |