Grey Clouds Call Me
Keep your marshmallow bulges
those wisps of forgotten sheers
distorted aerials of gossamer
but those grey pinks
laden with promises
of the foreboding
speak with a ethereal heaviness
i am here
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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