no color today
the world is a mass
of gray tumors
while i
am black and white
and dead inside
a piece of lumber
left to rot
ascotmycota fester
along my surreal
my sublime coated
in spiral angst
my shell is cracked
in this world
without hue
in this bed
without you
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Thanks for a greaat read
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thank you for reading, it’s appreciated.
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“in this world without hue,
in this bed without you”
These are such enticing lines. Beautifully written 🥰
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well penned
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