i feel exposed
to the sun and thin air
i wish i could get lost in the fog
with only pine needles
pine trunks
and pine canopies-
disappear within a billow of
hydrogen, oxygen
water crystals-
wisps of white to clean my tarnished skin
the fog could swallow me
erase me from others memories
erase me from my own
and i would feel blessed.
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Poésie3rd poetry book wow hope u like the universe and all it contains expressed through ambiguous metaphors
