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Grey

It was slow

Black and brown became grey

Laugh lines became deep creases

march became a tread

And you became alone

Two became one

A hollow shell of one


Curious eyes leached colour

Spry shoulders sagged under the weight

Of dragging your stars through the night

Full arms, fallen wide

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