Poems from fredabomb

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I don't read much poetry but I like to write sometimes.
In the hole. Crying. Bleeding. Dying. The darkness is blinding. Suspended from the ceiling, Blood dripping, tears raining. The silence...
The gentle breeze, Carrying with it the scented leaves Of a sage tree, Tingled my senses with delight.   Then some red came into sight, A...
Joy
My spirit feels enlightened. My body, warmed by the vitality, And the simplicity, Of a good day’s laughter. Such a natural feeling. Under...
Blanketed by sheets of fluff Cold and plain these lands become. Undisturbed and free of footfall, The endless blizzard expands.   Fields...

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