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I guess you could call this poem "Silver Tears", still doesn't have a name Golder Tears: Tonight I'll cry all night long and my tears will become gold; The moonlighted sky will be filled with my tears, and the infinite horizon with howls. The wind will blow through my shoulders as I...

Hello dear readers, as you may notice I'm a freshman here. I'm looking for a good place to stay and play with people; hope this is the right place. At first I should start saying that English is not my first language, but spanish is. My name is Tomas, or Ziozark, wether you call me it's okay...