My little pony...
There she was, jumping right out of the watercolor-splashes.
A carnival creature with dark edges.
A life tamed for entertainment and successes.
A life truly hollow and stressed.
Thousands come to watch the parade.
Stare at her for hours but fail to see her shade.
Fail to have even the slightest notion,
Of the strings and tremors in her motion.
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