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Mustang

  • Brooke
  • Jul 7, 2021
  • 1 min read

You are trapped in the box

canyon of my heart

its high jagged yellow ochre

walls a western New Mexico

no-man’s-land.

You whirl like a wild horse,

eyes blazing with the

uncertainty of capture.

I take your hand,

comfort you,

lead you home.


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