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Unless I wright otherwise a poem I write here is my own maybe later I'll link it's creation and personal meaning but for now I'm writing them as I can try to remember them. Most of them that are here so far are from my past when things where very bad.

Wings of gray, Heart of Black, The smell of blood, And that is that.

The things I see, the things I know, the light and dark inside me, never let them go.

"So I wake agion, tho I know not why,

this would have been a fitting place to die.

The sent of bloodly roses is a wonderful thing,

reminding me of thoughs old times in spring."