Because your writing slate was grey


“I might sway,

but will come back to you

my comfortable grey,”

she said so – that awful day

Left for the might of a black sky

and someone’s fiery white eyes

Tamed her will to work

through sweat and blood

which she loved for a while

A while too long

for grey to survive

in a world so black and white

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