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*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*
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
The Drought's Sprout
*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.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
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