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Mar 2014
I'm lost in the fog
of
what truly is.

What has this become?

No,
the fog is merely in my eyes,
just a hoax,
drawing me in.

Deceived,
by what used to be.

Have you seen me?
or,
perhaps,
her,
for,

Who is she?

The girl with the foggy eyes and unsure smile,
me.
Naomi Erin
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Naomi Erin  Texas
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