So gently do we fade away, to and from that hazy grey. When finally when we see the light, we think that it will be alright. But little to our knowing, the red just keeps growing. Until soon after the day that left us fazed, is nothing more but our crimson glossy gaze. So gently do we fade away and try to go towards that hazy grey, but what do we really defend when finally confronted, by the end.
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