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    If Fear was a color,
    It would be blood red
    As dark as a new set sky.
    If Fear was a taste
    It would be just like bitter sweet death.
    If Fear was a feeling
    It would be as sad as a dead earth.
    If Fear was a smell
    It would be sour as a blood spill.
    If Fear was a sound,
    It would be as soft as a bats wings.

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    Trees


    Trees grow from seeds of hope and joy
    to suck up all the war and sadness
    by standing there in the wind
    For you to enjoy
    then Human cut them down.