Coition Interrupted Mares I rode through a landscape Of green baize, bravely to the brink Of consciousness, a hint of whispering Voices hiding behind closed doors, A silent twister sucking up my reverie And dust of daylight, on my eyelids Erases the bird of dreams.Birth sign: Scorpio
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