Wild Heart.

She was something only to be admired from afar.
For she had a wild heart.
She could not be broken or tamed by any man.
Her smile was gold and her skin was silver.
Her heart could not be contained by her ribcage.
She was like a stallion on the Cimarron.
Beautiful, wild, and free.

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