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I watched all of Claymore today. I wrote a poem about the experience of watching Claymore today.

Silver eyes stare into mine
A broken soul that yearns for mending
Clare, your lips are so divine
I want to share a love unending
Your soft skin like the fallen snow
Lost amidst a December day
Wherever we shall choose to go
I will wipe your tears away
But Clare, what am I to do?
My thoughts all run amiss
My heart is sadly split in two
For Clare doesn't exist.