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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Fog



Crisp air tainted white
Hanging over the morning
The past obscure
The future obstructed

Bitchy Angels scream at the sun
Pinching the clouds with thunder
Wondering where yesterday has gone
Lamenting about everything

A fog ascends
Erasing reality
Washing the future and the past away
Bitchy angels descend

She says in that smoothing voice
She is perfect for you
The timing wasn't right
She was you years ago

The angel tilts her head slightly
Fading as the fog burns away
Memories lingers
The future is bright yet tainted

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