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a
Tear
falls.
Echo's
rain down,
in salty water.
Hue spewed with,
vivid emotion, dry.
In every tear a flame
takes new flight, ignite.
Pristine gemstones lace,
the shades of your shirt.
Drops of deceit rain in,
a hollow heart. Falling
tear drop, drop, drop.
In drops of liquid hue
Phoenixes are born.
In your tears, I find:
Creation.
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Vir: Schane




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