Shades of Grey

Shades of Grey

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Among the screeching owls,
my soul spoke
to one of its own kind and
burnt itself.
Soared to one corner,
bled profusely
and withered.
As dead as a human mind,
as dead as mine,
flesh and blood dried up.
Yellow and searing,
the feathers buoyant;
sewed up my lovers heart.