Tieas_cone
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Tempest Rain She stands upon the precipice a kiss wished upon the mist Hands amiss and yet so strong Her broken heart a silent song. A throng of thought not born to lung her darkest song as yet unsung A blooming flower of infinite power who's yet to see her... – *by Tieas Jon Cone*	24 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

She stands upon
the precipice
a kiss wished
upon the mist
Hands amiss
and yet so strong
Her broken heart
a silent song.
A throng of thought
not born to lung
her darkest song
as yet unsung
A blooming flower
of infinite power
who's yet to see
her...

– by Tieas Jon Cone

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