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Oh Black Horse…
Would you run?!
Between all the lines
The paper-rulers… the letters…
Against the sun
Faster than blushed lava
To wake up by the river
While offering the breasts
In a Kabuki dance
Like the puppets of my heart
Playing cithara in the morning
Hurrying the dawn
I wonder Black Horse
If love travels
If the sand grains in your hands
Will ever cross that river
Jumping over the flame’s outline
And I wonder if I’ll be there
In time
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