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It’s in my soil that maybe only a patch of mundane dust. But the water within it must not come close to tear or else no rock from space will hit the one and only finest cut the polished earth. But it can no longer hold onto its lubricating drop of water at its very heart will loose it to one’s disheartened cry!
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
Someone Mustn't Cry
It’s in my soil that maybe only a patch of mundane dust. But the water within it must not come close to tear or else no rock from space will hit the one and only finest cut the polished earth. But it can no longer hold onto its lubricating drop of water at its very heart will loose it to one’s disheartened cry!
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
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