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On the bus she looks out the window and sees nothing but grayness. Only the faint glow of the street lamps can be seen. She wipes the window of the grayness only to discover another layer of it. Where has all the color gone? El gris del dia, she thinks to herself. Gris and grease.
Gris be gone, give me back the colors.
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the colors have bled out, death is upon us, the funeral song begins, winter is bringing the blues...
where is the sunlight? the vampire will emerge soon.
your response reads like a poem. love it!!
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