Seeding coldness
Seeding coldness poem stories
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blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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Seeding coldness

Plentiful plains cover all my field of vision, and burst into flames at the slightest touch, in them I live my inner fission, and it all feels like too much.

Plantations of heat, love for the weak, blood from fresh meat, all on a solitary peak.

Live for the meek, shun all the bold, kill the strong willed, let in the cold, so I can greet you once and then never more.

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