Sweet Moss...
By Kitty_Cipher
I mourn thee, mine sweet mare. Thy flowing hair, reminiscent of thy namesake, mine precious Willow. I beg mine princess of our night to fly thou backeth to mine open hooves. I pine for thee, thy touch, thy silky hair as fine as spider silk. Alas, mine beautiful princess has deemed it time to steal thee from mine hooves, into the ever expanding valley of stars.
- Published August 30, 2020, 20:13
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