NaPoWriMo Day 16: Don't read the Almanac

The weather here is bipolar, with tears tattooed on inner cumulonimbus clouds.
Maybe your tears will make the flowers grow one day, just not today.
They say the arch of these textures should be words.
The only words my custom prays to is the birth of Heitsi-Eibeb's promise
The creatures of the Suk of Mount Elgon are unafraid to make us mourn on the next new moon, they suffer from human eye contact.

As a child you will learn that the bleached truth is, love can never cover up bullet holes.
Holes found on the street side's roadside aging recklessly
Exporting sunshine and the art stories of the 'Honey and the bees'
The only art I see is the key of the Nile, paint a crux ansata on me so we can be a Male triad and a female unit, lover.
Love found in an Opposite-sex lover

It's a conspiracy,
There are no homes in these towns only houses, so we try not to make memories.
Memories with notable persona non gratas so you can
scrap that from your letter
While walking me three minutes down the alley without fear.
I only fear the destruction of your beauty.

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