/ G R A Y /
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I see them walk past their tombs
guarding their lies with paper masks,
I wonder
If they feel sins surfacing up to their soles
Into their blood and through their bones
Turning all of it to black.
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If humanity is a religion, sinning must be too.
And I must be an omnist;
For I’ve walked over hearts and stones
and my feet have felt the same.
I soak my soul with gray,
Winter is what I choose to be.
– Shreya
For I’ve walked over hearts and stones
and my feet have felt the same….
Getting to love your work now. Well done.
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