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KeyFrost

Published: May 3, 2014

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Stone gazes
And blank eyes
With gaping mouths.

They spill forth
The
Tears of Nature,
For why would anyone use
Such a sacred substance
For prettiness
And not it's true
Purpose:
To give life?

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