mountain line
followed by the line on your face
your girls mouth
the eyes from south to north
in full reach
could not see as far as the
heart can reach
smell of hay
pushed itself to lumps and bumps
under the skin
a lasting kiss
horses move under the whip
leaning all day on walk
under trees up dirt
your thing talked
past to all ages
late night drink under stars
is where you could find us
history until eight in the morning
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