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Diamonds

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Jester-of-Kings

Published: Apr 11, 2014

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Shards upon the fallen snow
glisten brighter than the stars above,
flickering in the light of the blade
that echoes the longing of my heart.
I thought diamonds couldn't shatter.

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WoodscourtBooks

Apr 14, 2014

I dunno, I actually like the last line. It's sharp, jolting. Depends on what you're going for.

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