I write stories too -
un-conventional
one word per line
about people praying, straying,
about this speck of dust in my eye
about it becoming a forest
and leaving me blind
now I pray,
like those people in my stories,
I pray for extinction of the trees,
because though its cool in this shade -
it constantly rains, over me
and the sun can never shine
can never reach,
past these leaves.
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