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Of Oxygen and Iron. How rust will take hold of us all.

This is a descriptive poem. Is may be an it a she, her, him, what, or a he. Who rally knows? It's uop to you to decide.

I was feeling sentimantal...

A poem about waiting, whatever it is the waiting is for is up to you. It could be anything, or it could be nothing at all, just sitting waiitng while the world turns!

a tree that is surrounded by nothing is compared loneliness... it shows how sometimes people feel alone even though they might physcially not be but they could emotionally feel that way...

Do you know what it means to be a warrior? To fight and habor the hate of other people? Well, if you read this pooem; you might actually get the uniqu feeling of a warrior.