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THE FOG
The minute the fog laid its eyes on me
I knew I was lost
with its cold creeping seduction
and whispered breath
all guidance confused
and only the suspended tops
of what was grounded
could I see
confounded in a season of mystery.
Tuesday 3rd November 2015 8:52 pm
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