FROM MY 6th FINGER
CROP UR DROP
Tears,
Clears ur eyes,
Don’t think hard,
Words will become swords.
Every drop from eyes,
Will crop ur size,
Every drop u shed
Will thread ur heart.
You will stop,
Never start.
Tears for sure,
Bury u, down the year.
Wear for sure,
Something that cheers U
Forever…..
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