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Aug 2016
People get lost in me
You better paddle faster
Before this turns into a disaster
I'm the fog
Decreasing at a steady pace
You call this a race
I'm catching up to you
I'm the fog
Made up of the water you're in
I cover the sky waiting to descend
on the people who face me
I'm the fog
I've warned you
But you're disarmed
Know this isn't a storm
I'mΒ Β the fog
original by me
Faith Wiggins
Written by
Faith Wiggins  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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     Lior Gavra, --- and ---
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