A short poem, dedicated to Loreroot. W illows bend but never break I n the end your heart we’ll take F aces to the empty wall W ith hunter’s eye’s we sound the call F ire and Ice shall make …

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People wounder where hell is from Some people say its the slum. Make this a better place where its all good Some people say hell is the hood. Before I finish this book I say hell is every where we …

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