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Just when I thought this afternoon couldn't get anymore sepia tinted, it went a little further and assumed an atrophied greyscale aura. 

It feels like a crumbling visage got kissed by dystopia. This is a ruinous afternoon; the skies are grey with rain threats, and the wind shrieks with icy warmth. 

The house feels darker than a cave, and I might have to ignite a few suns just to get some light in here. 

Cold as cold can be, yet here I am..melting into a puddle of sinful needs.