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Jun 2015
there was surely no doubt
that his eyes were a drought
both of them lacked a spout
for no fire to put out
would ever make him pout
so all he does is flout
and sometimes hang about
but he will never sprout
Inspired by a random thought I had that, in a way, tears put out the fire in our hearts when it's scorching our souls.
moss
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moss  23/Non-binary/Void
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