Greytones

February 16, 2018

My world is full of greytones

Bypassing broken bones

Whispering who knows me

And the feats of liberty

My world is full of greytones

Throwing skipping stones

Cherishing those lights

And all the lost fights

My world is full of greytones

Attacking carnage clones

Capturing flipped floors

And the locked doors

Show me the truth

Black and white, no

They're not in this zone

I only see greytones.

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