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goawayblathervulture
klarchen Go away you blather vulture that feeds upon my words.

Really, can't you think of your own words to use?

Must you twist my sentiments into your own?

*tears*
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stan Poor Klarchen, if i could catch your tears in a glass, i would drink away your sorrow. 000731
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sabbie
if i held a glass
under your face
to catch your tears
as they trickled
down your cheeks
i think they would fall
(keeping their shape)
with the little clinks
of crystal.
and i could then hold them
up to the light
and theyd wink like stars with cheeky grins
and i'd string them
on a ribbon of joy
and give them to you in a little box
of pine needles.
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