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Crystal Tears

The statue that sits -
Always surrounded, continually admired
Eternally alone.

He drank every ounce of someone's
Flesh and blood
In the creation of his pure
Perfection...

Immortal existence
In one whose soul and heart never dies -
Have never lived.

Stares off into eternity
Into nothing
Pondering like a philosopher.

Night falls
And he hears that strange music
Sitting, staring
Cries
Crystal tears
From a frozen heart.