a pallete of smokecovered with

a pallete of smoke

covered with clouded skies,

smudges the world,

with charcoal black lies.

whispers and offers

beckonings hands,

searches the darkness.

scouring land.

searching for beauty,

and blinding pain,

anything to strip,

its unwanted greys.

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