I watch the gray hit the silk it seem to hurt for a second I watch the drips and the drops I wonder how it felt the gray was now stained I waited for them to leave as they did I went and curiously grab the gray maybe one day I can be the silk for it I went and washed the pink stain off of it unknowingly to them and kept where the gray is in my mind until one day I'll need it just like they do
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My Diary and Dark Poems
PoesíaUh i don't know if you can call these poems but oh well
