Shades of blue pick the toes of all my feet,
and the weather surrenders into the frost.
Palms closed, and my eyes wide shut
to see somber in another life,
caught and stumbled onto the quagmire,
strife found its way through
every single drop stars shed in melancholy.
I think i've made it into the other side of things,
still, i don't believe you know my name.
The center caught up to my feet
and i'm back in the crowd.
It was only then i felt the first drop on my back.
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