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Gallop
The wind in my hair
As I battle with it
Hands knotted in your mane
Fingers curled around leather
We are flying
I hear no sound
But your hoof beats
And the crack of metal striking stone
Your neck arched like a bridge
I bend over it like the cables
There is no room for fear
No room for emotion
You give a playful buck as I force my heels back down
Tears streak down my face
You keep running
I run with you
I feel sweat on my hands
Whether it is your or mine
I am not sure
My legs are jelly
But yours are iron
You are not done yet but you stop because I am tired
Too tired to continue
My heart is a bird
Fluttering in its cage
I release my death grip from your mane
We stop and I sit back
I am reborn, made new
Crafted carefully by your gentle touch
Our hair lies in knots
I smile and we walk
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