Her breath was fast and shaking
To the sound of twigs breaking
He loathed her kind and culture
So he circled like a vulture
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My Thoughts
ŞiirHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
Terrified
Her breath was fast and shaking
To the sound of twigs breaking
He loathed her kind and culture
So he circled like a vulture
