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red and grey

the wind sent a swift punch to the faces
of the trees, making the rain feel
like rubber bullets in the breeze
cars frozen, coughing on dinosaur bones
at traffic lights gone blood red – their
glow biting at the dead grey clouds
rubbing the sky’s head – she felt alone

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