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Subject: C.om.e D.ow.n

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Apollo 13

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Date Posted: 23:37:37 12/22/03 Mon

I lift stilts after stilt bored of my life of seldom. I had been told of this place...good things and bad... My pace slightly slows as I raise my crania higher to inspect terrain. Yes this was the place. My motions halt as a wind ruffles over me slipping and sliding. My whipcord flies from behind as my forelock falls over my Chocolate orbs. My image that of strength and power stares to tick again as I motion forward powerful and graceful. Even beats decay as two beats change to three and fade as i do into surrounding scrub.

.I. w.a.s C.hristine.d
Apollo 13

.I. h.av.e s.ee.n
7 deaths.

.M.y P.arent.s w.er.e
Warmblood.

.I. w.a.s m.ad.e
A brujo.

.I. s.lippe.d i.n .a. p.ain.t b.o.x
And became a dusty brown with flaxen points.

.I. a.m b.inde.d
To myself

.I. h.av.e y.e.t t.o f.in.d
A home and Family

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