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Over crystal tears drop

Splatters of bitter thoughts

Crows fly in reverse

Following a slow hearse

Clocks tick in sorrow

Endless time they borrow

Without final destination

Heart tearing in retaliation

Mind ever growing brittle

Life a redefining riddle

Night calls thieving hour

Trespassers stealing power

Belief slowly shatters

Dreams cease to matter

Betrayal lingers leeching

Proud wounds bleeding

Symbols irritate torment

Spirit buried in cement

The growing seed of sorrow

Will feed again tomorrow

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