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Soft irish rain.

sitting on my roof
smoking cigarettes

watching a sunrise
develop into day time

feeling what my grandmother
would call the soft irish rain

listening to the birds scream
at me to go to bed

Asking me to return to her
and pleading me
to treat her
like you

So i light up
another cigarette and hope
that the sunrise
doesn't bleed to quickly
today.
Written by Mitochondrial (Will lou White)
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