Ditto
You are like a sunbeam at midnight:
a chance encounter.
Your breath on my skin
is a sweet summer memory.
Together, in all kinds of weather,
we are a perfect pair.
You smell of sweet grass,
of soil made dry by summer’s
rainlessness. Yes,
You are my horse, Ditto.
Let’s ride.
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JessyDitto
Music is my passion. I really like water, and I love my horse. I'm in school for music education, so first and foremost, I'm a musician.
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