At one point the breathy whispers of the dappled horses were my oceans of dreams.
I wanted to ride into a solitude so bright and so loud that the world would contort, at the instance of the 47.897 degree angle of my gaze;180 flat degrees and 360 round degrees are too boring for a horse-ocean-dreamer, something more acute or obtuse would do..."
©APIORKOR 2016
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