A heart is pulled at opposite ends then twisted until all its tears are rung.

Tears that drop one by one
From twist by twist,
Forming an ocean of tears
throughout the years.

The force that pulls,
Drops the heart in this
Very ocean until it
Sinks to the very

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               in a place it will stay forgotten . . .
                                                               ­         . . .
                                                               ­              . . . and yet the heart remains dry.