My little Mustang Girl
Lost am I, in this gray wilderness.
A beautiful place, but what a mess.
An exotic vision, riding your Mustang.
A heard, the head of this wild gang
of experiences roaming this wilderness,
electrical impulses, I must confess
permeate every, neural pathway,
every synaptic cleft willing to fray
within this old brain, this fragile heart,
yet never to know the joy...
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