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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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