This dream is tied to a horse that will never tire

The boots of the corpse that I found in the river, the ones that you wore and followed for miles.	What Do You Care What Other People Think?	One afternoon at the laundromat	Horses give you confidence
To my Centaur, my Unicorn, my Teachers, my Friends	I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful	Grief is the price we pay for love

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