'Come play'
'You can be the horse'
He offered his hand
She offered her heart
At thirteen what choice did she have?
No flowers grow in untilled soil
Now marigolds wave with gay abandon
He twitched, passionless and apelike
Two people's ideas of freedom
One leapt
The other was dragged
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