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The Clouds Move in Like Quiet Neighborhoods Who Wind Walks Down the Hill
I love you and the horses idle like old cars in the shaggy field. Everyone is poor but somehow has horses. I can't explain it but I wish I could or how it is a horse's ever-abbreakable thing. The seas are rising and the meteors are showering abstractly. And there are too many guns and I love you.