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My poetry
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Two seeds
fell near eachother.
One was gold
One was red.
The red seed grew roots
Right on top of the gold seed
Stealing all the nutrients.
The gold seed withered
and then what?
It happened.
It died.
"We're not retreating, we're advancing in a different direction!" -Yogscast Lewis

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My poetry - by GoldenLynx54 - 2012-10-22, 09:55 AM
My poetry - by SilverWolf101 - 2012-10-22, 09:57 AM
My poetry - by Lord_Nick - 2012-10-22, 09:59 AM
My poetry - by GoldenLynx54 - 2012-10-22, 10:01 AM
My poetry - by GoldenLynx54 - 2012-10-22, 10:16 AM
My poetry - by GoldenLynx54 - 2012-10-22, 10:19 AM
My poetry - by GoldenLynx54 - 2012-10-22, 10:26 AM
My poetry - by GoldenLynx54 - 2012-10-22, 10:29 AM
My poetry - by Metazard - 2012-10-22, 12:41 PM

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