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Gray-The cliff you made
Gray was the color of the sky
when I first found out that you
were holding someone else’s
hand.
Gray was the only color I
could see with my eyes full
of tears.
Gray is your hard stone
heart after turning your back
when I first called you back.
Gray is the only color I have
left, breath after breath trying
to forget the cliff you made.
Franceska Herrera 9A
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