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Pain
it's a grey morning fog
hazing over the landscape; the person ; love.
it makes distant .
further away then it really is,
it blurs the lines.
whispers,, "you are alone "
it's white noise
hushing the love of the Sun
drips into the earth between the soft skin of your feet
makes slippery what you reach for
An aeonian drab
a monochromatic moan,
...Wednesday 5th February 2025 1:41 pm
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