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Post by // WILD ONE on Dec 23, 2006 22:41:31 GMT -5
one night i'll wake up
the stallion galloped around the terrain, bored out of his five-year-old mind. where were the mares? he had been lonely since he got here, and he had expected more equines to be around. he sighed, halting abruptly to examine the area. he viewed it as a topographic map, seeing the terrain like layers upon layers. his cocoa-brown optics scanned the premesis, his hind tresses swishing to and fro. where was everyone?
feeling empty
[sorry for the short post.... i've lost my muse. i've been in a fighting post on another site. -sigh-]
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