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Apr 2023
This morning
Is cold.
Shades of
Grey.

It gets better
I've been told,
Sun will shine
Today.
Sitting on my porch with my vape, waiting to go to work. The sky is Grey  but it's supposed to be Sunday.
Kris Fireheart
Written by
Kris Fireheart  33/M/Texas
(33/M/Texas)   
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