The Unicorn

The unicorn looks out on a world that is dreamless.
The unicorn turns its cold rage inwards.
The unicorn treads through stardust to where the stars lie broken.
The unicorn knows caverns of stalactites where shaped was its horn.
The unicorn runs to the end of the world.
The unicorn runs back again.
The unicorn is the only horse who can make dreams real.

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