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fogbound
There is nothing delicate nothing
catfancied about this fog it
surges out from the river like
a quiet invading army, covering
the buildings, the streets
our primal hope for morning
set aside in the thick
grey
tendrils
There is nothing delicate nothing
catfancied about this fog it
surges out from the river like
a quiet invading army, covering
the buildings, the streets
our primal hope for morning
set aside in the thick
grey
tendrils