hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
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Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
So much for Spring. Put on the fire , light some candles and have a Baileys on ice:)
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