"What about the boys who cry
What about the foggy skies
What is he trying to hide
Gray is the color of his eyes
Dressed in a skirt and tie
Gender is a construct we despise
Prettier than the other guys
Gray is the area we lie
Beautiful but blind
He’s tricked his own mind
He’s caring he’s kind
But as gray as the evening light"
- Gray, by Lilly di Angelo
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