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Jun 25
Every tear I shall collect,
     But not one shall taint
                    The earth.

For I will mould every shard
         In vengeance

of emotion.

And when enough pain
           is forged cold.

The blade frozen in segments
            Of woeful  agony,

Then I shall pearce you deeply,
     So you feel the coldness

Of every tear descending down
      Tarnished cheeks.

   And know that pain saved,

Has a price worse that what
              Was dealt before.

Because tears have a price,
       Are you doing to pay...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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