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It was a rainy day,
I was drenched in rain.
It was a cold July morning,
I was up before the birds.
I was going to meet her
For the first time.
Some say that
Falling in Love
Makes one feel insane.
Love is highly irrational
And can be highly toxic
In a good way.
Today, when it rained
The rained almost tasted sweet.
Like her lips on mine.
The color of my shirt was deep blue,
As were her eyes.
The whiteness of the clouds
Almost refected the color of her hair,
She was and is a dirty blond.
In a good way.
I had my coffee,
I had my girl,
I had my dreams fulfilled.
I didn't care about the rain.
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Ronald Peter Ciras
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Evolution
