Graywashed


I am gray ,
wearing grey,
feeling grae,
in a grei world
Yellow neon signs
fly by my head.
showing me what
I am thinking
Smoke and grease-filled gears
buzz
along the ground
leaving treads,
threads behind.
I have an urge to stay,
despite the sin's
message-
"Time to go home."

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