Smog
Swirling, sinister, smog.
Minacious, mucilaginous, muck.
The bluest blue, turned noir by befoulment.
Flourecent world, turned monochromatic.
A mind cold-blooded in the scalding heat.
All those pensive hearts, gradually becoming weak.
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