broken bells on a busted horse
a poem by Gwevera Nightingale
she rode my ride and played for keeps though left unsaid, it rose like yeast blared in sunlight: shadow's truth Nepher broke her Dities tooth her jealous waning gripped my hilt my dreamer's dreams were dressed in guilt brothers barked, their sisters sold our soulful glowers from þe old that middle had its rites in reigns speaking truest brightened manes girls and boys, these days, were all except my lady at the ball
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