a colored wind blows straight down, cutting the vestigial remains
of your dormant past. grey colored night, everything's grey.
it runs deeper than that, hacking through old thoughts, new thoughts
i have to hack, chop, and clean up all of those old things i always
wanted to forget. is there another time? will the future bring the tide in,
and wash away these dreams for me? everything's grey. and it'll be grey again
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