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My Unicorn, By: Phillip Jordan

January 13, 2026 by Phillip Jordan

My Unicorn, By: Phillip Jordan

You were good for something before I fell I cannot recall, I cannot complain.

Wherefore art thou? Someplace special!

Blood vessels a knot tying me around your crown I cannot explain

Your chestnut epidermis I lick to taste your scent there is a presence within not letting go I would do anything.

My arrhythmia beaten and beating into a sinus rhythm

Your universal eyes hold the key to my force as my will is worn through stormy weather I take one giant leap towards your sun I see your supernatural source

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