two fingers against the quivering vein
the galloping drones away
crushed muscle
departing spirit eyes
a boy looks at his mate in dismay
proud strutting love was deaths bloodied prey
aye,
sadness and heartache
is what robbed lovers pay
but know this:
your mustang blazes
with thundering hooves
heavens hills and valleys
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