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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1122589

After having "words" with a neighbor.

Quiet Gray Dawns



The gray of the clouds has descended
Enveloping a time I thought was ended.

If anyone was keeping score
They'd fall flat, laughing on the floor.

To open the door, face such a grave danger.
When neighbors are cruel
I'd rather meet a stanger.
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