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2023-10-21poem

Gray

a cloned model of my voice, not a recording
In the darkness of streets
The person stands alone to meet,
To meet his delusional sight of grief
Overshadowing the reflective light of reef.

He attained to be black
Now used to be white,
In the voyage of sins and paragons
The Gray came out as a life.

Life is Gray
To set the grief with a golden frame,
Where he unites the deeds to the light
Sharing the sins in the golden grave.
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