the blue rain days
winter was near
but the skies remained cloudless.
madmen still wore shorts and
tshirts, ignoring the cool breeze
that summoned nothing less
than blue rain.
the man loved when
the seasons changed,
even though they walked
hand-in-hand with
death.
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Its fake...
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