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Nov 2013
Fog
Snow falls outside my window,
Fog turned against the glass,
Like a monster trying to free itself,
From the cold outside,
My own breath,
Matched against the glass,
My breath and the cold fog,
Separated by a pane of,
Glass.
But never met.
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