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Grey days The sky is grey today. The world is devoid of color. Long has it been since I have run in verdant fields under azure skies with the golden sun at my back. I pine for the summer to lift my spirits. Heavy is my mood, and thus the heavy poem: The grey catches in your hair and follows you in from outside It follows you in and settles in drifts in your eyes as they settle on me weigh me down You present yourself like a glacier freeze the room quiet hold eternity in the curl of your lip with a cold smile. |
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