they say love is vermillion,
pain is scarlet,
and anger is crimson.
— yet i only ever feel anything in grey.
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brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
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they say love is vermillion,
pain is scarlet,
and anger is crimson.
— yet i only ever feel anything in grey.
