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23h
She ,
Comes quite while in morning
And ghosts quiet...
in chaosed evening
Like she lost way her around
-hunting
For a rat while rushing.

She lays her paw over harbour
Looking for her way out,
And disperse her self more quiet
Her eyes glows but light lost
While,
She eats the city with her
White paws.
Inspired by carl sandburg's poem "Fog"
Ankush
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Ankush  17/M
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     winterbird and erin
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