If these tears were raindrops in the evening,
Then it would soak a lifeless garden to life.
If this tongue was a sword,
Then it would pierce through the devil's chest till he goes back down to hell.
If this mind was a canvass,
Then it would be a blank space waiting for the artist's first brush stroke.
If this heart was a mirror,
Then I'd be bleeding picking up my reflection on the floor.
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