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new rains
I write to speak of places I want to be
Words I dream to speak
Sprinkled like white sand upon these virgin pages
Golden rings of cigars shot to the heavens
Just to tell the gods I don't give a fuck

It's a new year
Dry and shriveled like a dead leaf is the weather
I pray for things I have never seen
And write more words I can never speak
Burning emotions to leave cold ashes of love behind for tnew rains to wash away
© arinze