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12 lines for The Writer's Cramp |
Unbridled Pounding hearts like drumbeats counted the years Her eyes sparkled with shimmering light Her breath whispered with the wind She knew this land Soft leather failed to keep time at bay Reins slipped through cracked fingers Frosty hoofs dug deep Foot falls through crisp dawn air Snow crystals melted one by one The bridle settled gently Reins tugging It was the last he saw of her |