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In Grey

As I stood in the doorway, I thought my life a blissful grey. All the feelings I possessed dangling on display. Gathered in one sentence held tender in my hand. I need a lover a man. Table was grey waiter taking pay Flowers were so pink I could not think. I just sood there the music in my eyes, No words to say no lies. To see if he would hold me or flee. To confess his love or me mine a time in total grey. R. Risley 08/94

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