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Fog
Fog
I have never felt so alone
As the time spent in November fogs
When I was not yet in my teens
Wrapped in heavy clothes
With hat down low
And scarf around my face
Cut off from the world
By this dense yellowing cloud
Unable to see more than a few feet
In front of you
And the hollow muffled sound
Of someone heading towards you
All other backgro...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 12:57 pm
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