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Feb 2017
Fog
The mist creeps up on you,
Like a long forgotten grudge.
And hey **,
It'll bite you like a savage foe.

You can't see through its face,
It's body blocks your smell.
When will you escape?
Only time will tell.
Max Vale
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Max Vale  M/Somewhere
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