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Feb 2019
water droplets hanging
suspended on foggy glass
obscuring my vision
of a gray, hazy world
a dark eternity
why do I strain
to see out;
to the bleak
the hopeless
still
I wipe the glass clean
and with seeing
forlorn I close my eyes
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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