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A darker shade of grey
I sit here and think without a blink
you fill my memories old
my stale tears, stained to grey
the once beautiful now in decay
Our garden in ruins
our bright red roses
petals dry
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We have stopped the rain
my emerald green weep
another day
a darker shade of grey
Saturday 19th October 2019 3:13 pm
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