FORGED
Newly forged, like metal, these steels are hardened. We cling like horses to the praire, we drink of the land on hot days. We are the pleasure of loving, the business of dreams, the bullet behind the firering. My heart is changed, my heart is over there. It is like your mysticism, of long ago, sprayed upon my skin. We will always, be different--very different.
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By Johnny Sachu
© 2008 Johnny Sachu
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