when the black sky
squats on these shoulders
heavy full of doubt
and the feet tangle
in ropes of thorn
devil daughters their name
fear guilt shame rage
my pony not pretty
and soft big brown
eyes full of hope
dark horse my companion
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Great opening two lines!
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Thank you, Bartholomew ✌
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