Without a warning
the fog peeled itself off
the land, leaving the soil
moist and sleepy.
That morning
she sat with her quietest,
most insistent desire, him,
and loneliness.
in these quiet small hours of the night
Without a warning
the fog peeled itself off
the land, leaving the soil
moist and sleepy.
That morning
she sat with her quietest,
most insistent desire, him,
and loneliness.
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