1.20.2017
grey clouds mist
over the windshield
of my mind
no wipers need apply
no why or how or
what will dispel
whatever clings
to this soul
just to be lived
through
until the fog
lifts.
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1.20.2017
grey clouds mist
over the windshield
of my mind
no wipers need apply
no why or how or
what will dispel
whatever clings
to this soul
just to be lived
through
until the fog
lifts.
—————-