the gray under my eyes
pulling its drawstrings tight
around the machines in my brain
and the fumes cannot escape
and this freezing pinkish ice
condenses around my eyes
it's fine but i cant stand up straight
with gray weighing me down all day
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Author:
MaggieRaven (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2023 17:58
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Comments1
The road that had no detour.
Nice write
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