there I was'
all alone...
...With the sounds
of crumbling
leaves....
...And the
warrior's
footsteps..
Closing in...
I was kidnapped
by my father's
political enemies...
,,,Sometimes around
may,when the smell
of the forest
was strong.
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Avengers Team
This is a journal about our team and some poems
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