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*She ached for her true love But met only miners of the heart. She wept crystals of diamonds. from her china blue eyes. And when they cut her gold bled from her veins. But the miners stole everything of value from her. They plundered and hacked her with hammers and chisels until she had nothing left for them to steal. now she weeps just salty tears And only blood flows from her wounds.*
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
The miners of the heart
*She ached for her true love But met only miners of the heart. She wept crystals of diamonds. from her china blue eyes. And when they cut her gold bled from her veins. But the miners stole everything of value from her. They plundered and hacked her with hammers and chisels until she had nothing left for them to steal. now she weeps just salty tears And only blood flows from her wounds.*
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
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