It’s the color of a storm,
It’s the color of a storm,
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astro_arcanum
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a lack of color

It’s the color of a storm,

It’s the color of a storm, of the heavy clouds that stir above.

It’s the color of a storm, of the heavy clouds that stir above. It’s the color of stone,

It’s the color of a storm, of the heavy clouds that stir above. It’s the color of stone, of what crumbles beneath our feet.

It’s the color of a storm, of the heavy clouds that stir above. It’s the color of stone, of what crumbles beneath our feet. It’s the color of smoke,

It’s the color of a storm, of the heavy clouds that stir above. It’s the color of stone, of what crumbles beneath our feet. It’s the color of smoke, that curls in thick, dark tendrils.

It’s the color of a storm, of the heavy clouds that stir above. It’s the color of stone, of what crumbles beneath our feet. It’s the color of smoke, that curls in thick, dark tendrils. It was the color of the ash,

It’s the color of a storm, of the heavy clouds that stir above. It’s the color of stone, of what crumbles beneath our feet. It’s the color of smoke, that curls in thick, dark tendrils. It was the color of the ash, that now colors the landscape around us.

It’s the color of gray.

It’s the color of gray. Or perhaps, the lack of color,

Gray.

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