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EQUNITY.
Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme.
A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in ad nomination.
Display dreams of collective unconsciousness un-tapped by stirrups and reigns.
Apposition knows no boundaries when pairing takes part in euphonic neighing.
Here is Nirvana they need neither hyperbole nor euphemism to cover lost grounds.
Para-diastole does not exist in equine paradise as syncope solecism canter.
Karma has no boundaries and parrhesia has lost the shadows of juxtaposedisms.
Unsaddled from weight of the whip the horizon bears no limit for freedom.
The herd adheres not to the pathetic fallacy of tamed nature riding roughshod.
Over rhetorical questions or self-styled syllepsis of spurs spurned on by clatter.
When I look at the feast of mares and fillers following instinct and pure inclination.
My path finds their spoor and track to a promised land of inhibition and pleasure.
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A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in ad nomination.
Display dreams of collective unconsciousness un-tapped by stirrups and reigns.
Apposition knows no boundaries when pairing takes part in euphonic neighing.
Here is Nirvana they need neither hyperbole nor euphemism to cover lost grounds.
Para-diastole does not exist in equine paradise as syncope solecism canter.
Karma has no boundaries and parrhesia has lost the shadows of juxtaposedisms.
Unsaddled from weight of the whip the horizon bears no limit for freedom.
The herd adheres not to the pathetic fallacy of tamed nature riding roughshod.
Over rhetorical questions or self-styled syllepsis of spurs spurned on by clatter.
When I look at the feast of mares and fillers following instinct and pure inclination.
My path finds their spoor and track to a promised land of inhibition and pleasure.
© All Rights Reserved
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