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This is a simple poem, that describes me. |
| My body bears the scars of years twice a thousand battles mark my form the horrors my eyes have seen locked away from forgotten courses of tears battle worn, and from Hell torn yet, within my breast, a passion burns burning coals, of loves forgotten dream My face, they say, is a granite shell never lined, nor creased with care wherein, hidden emotions dwell for, ever life has been a simple fare |