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His thoughts were
pale grey vapours.

He gagged on its bland flavour.

every inch of him was made of
smog & smoke
That choked his soul.

He stares at the,
White washed walls & opaque floor.
That rhymed with his torn core.

His thoughts were were
pale grey vapours,

He gagged on its bland flavour.

He is invisible,

He is grey,

The colour of a nobody.

-Silver👑