Oh,
second-best season.
Your chance for showers
is my only reason.
My only reason for affection.
Fuck the flowers
and their pollen infestation.
You spring into action
like a bolt-action rifle.
The caliber of your bullet
is but a trifle.
The only thing of importance
is what it hits.
The heads of humans.
The hearts of demons.
The wings of angels.
Man of green,
baptize me with the tears of clouds.
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