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
PoetryHere 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...
