The horses you raced were stelthy and I admired them greatly,
but as you rode I could neither see into your eyes,
nor into the heavans around them,
so I felt quite distanced and alone.
The stallions that you bred were also grand
and I also praised them zealously,
till the creatures wretched whinings
filled every bit of thought space,
so that it was all I heard,
and I felt very dumb and without voice.
Yes, your steeds were so very strong;
I coveted them with intensity,
but shortly it was known
that they bred amongst themselves,
in a narcissistic way;
raping one another of comfort and hope,
Then I felt cheated and angry,
and realized
that I didn't want to buy your horses after all.


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