The Grass Is Green/Grey

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All spaces I see fill up with the same things
The grass is green everywhere
Maybe it’s my glasses maybe their filter
The grass is grey everywhere

All that is is opposing becoming what isn’t
All that isn’t remains empty and none
Empty spaces filled up with the same things
Spaces so full of it they’re closing up on me

Heavy shadows and burning light
There’re always less hellos than goodbyes