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Mar 2022
I used to write about the fog
A place I couldn't handle
Everyday I grasped at straws
For my hand just to land on

Grass near a home
A **** that felt gold
Something for me
To hear and to hold

I wish I could feel the fog
I feel like I could find you
I think I know the path

Believe me
I wouldn't
Lie to you
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