I pulled the dead horse out from under a tarp in my back yard piece by piece. Once proud, once full of strength. She was gold. Mostly hair and bones now. I dragged a leg around the yard for hours wearing a path. I left it there in the sun abandoned like a child's bicycle at the call of a mother. Mostly hair and bones now.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
