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Mar 2013
you were, you could have been, something grea--
something grey.

the knight -- no, the night, so black and shining, oh the knight,
never even knew what was coming --

what was coming undone -- wait, what was coming --

coming underneath the hide -
underneath your tide.




whisps and whirls, oh the world couldn't help you

couldn't tell you how to see --

oh the world couldn't tell you how to seem okay.

whisps and whirls, oh the world couldn't tell you
how not to seem so grey.
C 2012 Moriah Harrod
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