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Jan 2020
The fog in my mind,
It won't go away,
A sickness,
A fondness,
A tear that won't stay,

It roils and storms,
The lightning of thought,
The bittersweet call,
Of something you're not.
I don't write poetry much anymore, but i do enjoy it every now at then. Thank you all for reading my stuff, it means more than you know.
Written by
Ian Fineman  17/M/Fulton MO
(17/M/Fulton MO)   
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