That cushion inside the greying…

cushioning

There is always that cushion

In the middle of the greying

To Fall upon: though it squelches

With dread and despair, it always

Has something to offer, a small

Digger to begin inside the soiled

And matted impertinence of grief

greying

greyheartb

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