8 Keys

I’m giving away the plastic past

And drinking down real memory

Hiding nothing from you now

Forging the keys to being free

Acceptance in leaves and droplets

Weaves my spirit a new cloak

Purifying all the foul waters

Raining away hate I spoke

A scrap that I had stored away in my drafts for months. I’ll let it sit in the air for a while.

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