It's been overcast
for more than
a week now.
Heavy clouds hang low
like a thick gray soup
boiling overhead.
I'm gray
through and through.
Even my thoughts are gray.
If i cut a finger
I'd bleed
gray blood.
No sign of sun.
No sign of blue sky.
No sign of you.
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