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THE FOG

by thenapkinpoet

Moisture permeates the air, a wet haze. Stillness with anticipation, or tension. Fresh air containing an aroma. Natural and earthly, Like giving into original temptation. Through the fog she awaits my consumption. Her taste lovely, like if love had a flavor. An oozing box of sweet glaze, stands within a wet haze.
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thenapkinpoet
20 / Philadelphia, PA
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Written by
thenapkinpoet
20 / Philadelphia, PA
Published
Dec 6, 2016
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1m
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#the#temptation#fog#wet#consumption#haze#aroma
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