Nicholas Lind Poems

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1.
My Moment

Withered down sickled skin,
Layers paved my way,
Stricken down got back up,
Scars create my faith,
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2.
Many World's

Pinecones crunch below my feet,
Little brittle seeds squished beneath,
Hear the sound the crackle of life,
Destroyed small worlds not in my sight,
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