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tom_wesker
tom_wesker Getting by through creating
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A very bleak poem

Grey

Grey. The grey of my childhood. The grey of a cool mist, Of death in the air.

So bleak

Frost on the teasels, Cold crystals clinging to blades of brown grass. Time fades away like a stain, Disappearing with age.

Sitting on a bus, I slip in and out of the past like a wave, Lightly licking the pebbles On a colourless beach.

It is an empty world, Never more so than now. Forever grey, Where is the sun?

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