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Composition: Green and Grey, We Made Up the Whole Day

She’s under my skin, Deep’n the drought.
Monsters I sought, Creators I bought.
Even flow, the Blood’s greener in me.
Skin greyer than she.
Yes, I’m shedding again for the fourth time, I realize.
Even though looking grey, she came to me on the twenty-eighth day.
We prayed again.
Wept and bellowed, we sought. Not to taught
But together, green and grey, we made up the whole day.
A perfect pitch of lime, together always.

© 2012,2020 S.D. McKinley

By S.D. McKinley

S.D. McKinley lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. He was born in the first half of the 1980's and grew up in Wisconsin as a young boy, then moved to Georgia when he turned exactly twelve years old. During teenage years, he raced dirt track go karts and played guitar. He discovered his current love for all kinds of art after his mid-life crisis at 25 years old. S.D. McKinley began writing books in 2017.

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