FOGGY DAYS hastywords / November 7, 2023 I awaken to fog Like wooly fleece Or curdled milk I breathe it in And it clogs My airways It absorbs into All my pores And I leave The house With fog In my veins Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPocketTelegramEmailPrintRedditLike Loading...
May a warm sun clear the fog.
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