As the rain falls down,
As you feel
Cold water drowning,
As you see
Mysterious Mist
Around,
Above the windows
Of a giant.
I believe
In that old
Law,
It gave us life,
It gave us all,
We grow and fall
Like deadly flowers,
We need oil
Not rain
Isn’t it the same?
Plans adaptate,
All adaptates,
And loves
And hates
Homecity Syndrome
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