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Apr 2019
little pony; let it
go. Don’t look back. Ride
the wind. You were meant
for greater things. I know

little pony; I know the hurt
that comes from marching
forward and blazing a
trail. But the barn is

burned down to the
ground. It’s cinders
now. There’s only one way
to go.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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