Literature
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The thoughts of em distorted,
how they mingled, long, distressed.
Silver tongued, the devil mourned,
eir sorrow, cold and pressed.
A heavy weight contorted.
So many hearts, to cleft in two.
Silver tongued, the devil mourned,
all or none, will pay eir due.
Crystalline, then shattered voice,
cut off was eir left hand.
Severed tongued, the devil mourned,
eir station is unmanned.