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Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #1647384

Love (or thinking it was)...

She is a unicorn
and cannot be tamed.
Her spirit lies just beyond reach
of my mortal hand.
She runs free
over the plains of my heart
she grazes without worry
For she knows I am her slave
and keeper of her land.
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