![]() GrayA Poem by Taylor![]() No distinction for color![]()
Do not paint my life.
Drain it, make it gray. I was not a radiant blue nor a blackened soul. Tell them I bled slow. My eyes, hollow. My heart, horned. Break the shackles of reds, which entice and purples, which enslave. Let the cries of your soul breath a distant gray. Draw no lines to be defined and you shall claim your day. © 2015 TaylorReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 9, 2015 Last Updated on June 15, 2015 Tags: gray, nuance, not good nor evil Author
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