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I was afraid of the rabbits. I wanted to tell you about horses,
You were my witness. You saw nothing. You could not describe
You faced the door as flames hissed and tumbled across
I could not nurse her. I could not hold anything.
and the horses quaked in their stalls. I wanted you
I wanted you to see the dun crush of rabbits