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Grey


Around in circles and cycles and whirlwinds of grey

Silent eddies are swirling as life ebbs away

In constant motions and patterns, I’m still here to stay

All the ghosts of my past flitting by as I lay



Doors wide open, never closing

Secrets spoken, promises broken

Words that haunt and taunt

Flashing grins, there to flaunt



Empty eyes are the windows to

Hollow souls that weep, lonely

Shrouded in shadows

Buried in sorrows

Monsters eyes hide lies
In this life I despise

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