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Your Twisted Tears
flow like honey from a swizzle stick, ruby red and thick as butter, leads from one heartbreak to another. Your Twisted Tears stain the cheeks of the guilty, crimson colored and sharp as daggers when you told me my love never mattered. Your Twisted Tears burn the sacred ground you once walked, cranberry splashes and a twist of fate. No longer a friend, lover or soulmate.
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