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Born to the smell of blood,Surrounded by fire,To the screams of men when the swords pierce through them,To the taste of ash and when the bloods runs s..
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Calm.Serene.Placid.The wind blows.Blows. Fans through my faceArms wide agape, at the edge of a cliff.ashore.The salty air, fills in my lungsFills meEy..
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