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burial
Where I live
When the fog comes
The fog comes hard
Rolling in like an endless army
Clogging the sky
Blocking out the sun
Playing its silver symphonies
Across the hills
Trapping you inside
With all your fears
With all your doubts
Lost to the world
An imposed oblivion
Weightless and
Timeless
Until the fog clears
The sun shines
I am reconnected
To...
Sunday 28th June 2015 7:58 pm
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