oh, new year,
you bring a clean slate
and high expectations
a subtle smile.
you just ask me to try,
To look past inverted skies,
To bust through the double doors
That confine my deepest desires.
To burn a hole through my inhibition,
To revel in the smoke,
And weep with joy for the progress.
sometimes, new year,
i want to kiss you.
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