The Familiar World from the Mind of a Stranger
Saturday, December 11, 2010
7. Fog (Dec 2)
Oh the air washing over me
It clings to my skin
Like a wet mop
Clouding my judgement
and obstructing my view
This sheet, this layer
Covers me in a dense nothingness
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