Fog

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Fog
Only yelling
White mist
Air.
Crisp.
Blame
Passing the blame,
Only shame

Scatter
One, two, three, four, five, six
How many people have been fixed?

W H E N W A S T H E L A S T
T I M E I H E A R D I L O V E Y O U
Hands
                           Disap pear.
Under my fear
I am only a mirror
what reflects is me.
What's her
is me
What's me is me?
It's impossible to see
what's to be

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