Snow blankets the ground like white choco(late)to dinner means no biscuits (for) you a small down-payment, we can guarantee love, happin(es)s, cape routes include the front door, the (fire) escape, the mind burns the hands if held too tight. Like(wise),
Rain
Rain drips from the roof with the rhythm of tr(i)bal drums ‘ll never know what it is to’ve had everything st(ol)en from me d men stagger under the weight of their years. Their greedy eyes weigh them d(own) ership is