All Grey

I couldn't tell

The shade of his hair,

His clothes, his eyes,

All grey, grey, grey

Only the features

Of his face

The shape of his lips

His nose, his ears

Were familiar

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Who is this boy

That stands in front of me?

Is he the sun of day

Among those happily alive?

Or the shadow of the night

Protecting a world that won't accept him?

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Where does he belong

But in between?

The thin line that separates

Black and white

His world, his appearance, my heart

All grey…

…grey…

…grey…

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