Coldblood Poems - Poems about Coldblood

...WILD IS THE TALE OF THE WEST Wild is the tale of the West, Wicked foe put a living soul to rest. Wasted woes was what we witnessed. Held by the hair, he used her head to get a head while h......

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...Coldblood. When I first saw you, you were slowly lapping up water hidden by a trees dark shadow. Beautiful. With your long sweeping main and tail. No one dares to ride such beauty, but I do. ......

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