days break apart into anonymous fragments
cold nights, sad songs
facets that once gave a comfortable luster
sparking an inner flame
do little more than grind the spirit
until all feels like unfathomable lead
constricting the heart
draining all from the spectrum
leaving nothing but hues unpleasant
defying any color scheme outside of soil
strata upon strata of diminishing light
brown giving way to black
cold nights, sad songs
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