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vampiredust
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Fog
I watch the fog chase
the buses' rubber hem,
canoodling with cloudy
pollutants. It obscures
landscapes I once knew:
the empty hill, the river,
the skyscrapers grazing
above the city limits.
And as the journey ends,
all that I am left with is
my journal and a landscape
that existed only in dreams.
I watch the fog chase
the buses' rubber hem,
canoodling with cloudy
pollutants. It obscures
landscapes I once knew:
the empty hill, the river,
the skyscrapers grazing
above the city limits.
And as the journey ends,
all that I am left with is
my journal and a landscape
that existed only in dreams.