Run Colors, Bleed.
The day woke in grey. The city slept the same. On every block, in every office building, in every cubicle the grey sat stagnant. The grey laid heavy on every soul forced to the run the race. The day found red. The red poured from the mouths of those too grey to move. It bled from their beds every morning. It traced the same lines they walk everyday. Their eyes were green watching those lucky...
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