within each dropp lies somthing pure
somthing, that has not been tainted by the world
it is in itself an untouched entity of life
the true human in all of us
but with each falling droplet, we loose a little of that self
soon we grow,
and this purity,
it lessens
to almost nothing
and as our last tear has fallen
so do we
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