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wHEN mY wATER rUNS dRY (Ode) by Sigh'ense... wHEN MY WATER RUNS DRY,
tHE CROP THAT GROWS FROM MY SKULL BEGINS TO WITHER AND DIE.
tHERE IS NO HEALTHY TWINKLE IN MY EYE,
aND I'M PRONE TO LIE AND THEN WONDER WHY.
wHEN MY WATER RUNS DRY,
i'D, MOST TIMES, RATHER CRY THAN TRY.
iNITIATIVE WEILDED THROUGH STUBBORN SIGHS,
bECAUSE UPON MY THIRST I BEGIN TO RELY.
bUT WHEN MY WATER RUNS DRY...
wHAT I'VE FAILED TO REALIZE,
iS THAT MY WATER FLOWS FROM INSIDE.
dA1 oSBORN3
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