Empty wagon

EMPTY WAGON not just any gypsy would lay their breathupon the resentful ground to calm itjasmine lulling orange flowerspurr, blue notes, to her mare long, lean legs glide across the beastcapturing wind as tears lay saltupon barnacle beds asleepawakening a yearning racing in white shadows of a captive moonhooves in shiny waters, her curls flywhite […]

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