It's like the air itself is being smothered in a wash of grey.
Altering everything I see, turning it into a lifeless absent dream.
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Tomorrow's Gone
PoesíaThese are poems I've written throughout the years, they we crafted from the deepest corners of my mind.
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It's like the air itself is being smothered in a wash of grey.
Altering everything I see, turning it into a lifeless absent dream.
