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cold grey barrier, absorbs light, refracts it chill winds, not moving, cut through garments stark, bleak reality, broken by moist drops falling to wet surfaces, soon frosted green that sound, surroundeed in silence, freightens me the unknown, just nature leaking, or sinister foes i feel at one, yet apart, a part of that still seen reminded of other bleak, and much brighter daze trees, in near distanced oblivion call, away from me and i hide within, as i go there, to warmer places distractions around, forgetting to remember, numbs and we do the hokey pokey, we turn ourselves around ... |