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Stream of Thought

Barren landscape; bleak, empty, unforgiving No warmth, no hope, no joy Sorrow like snow, piled high and drifted Against the walls of the soul; Chilling, draining, slowly sapping Leaving an empty husk.

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Some older poetry

And when the wandering armies Homeward finally turn What shall they find awaits them Where the home fires burn? Shall they be hailed as heroes These warriors dark and dread With feasts set out to greet them And rites honoring … Continue reading

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