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 Fog Poems I stood there, I felt as if someone was right there, breathing on my neck, I started running, hoping the fog would end, using my hands to guide me, I fell, I heard voices, they felt as if they were hitting me, they got threatening, I woke up, it was just a dream. What is fog like? The fog was misty, confusing with a dangerous lace floating, plain, surrounded by whispers, locked in a room, there where no walls, restrained by the shadows, surrounded by free apologies, followed by nothing. Fog fog is surrounding, being locked up with no walls, restrained from the outside world, free to the shadows, wrapped in lace, whispers hit your face, plain and dangerous. Article posted January 27, 2010 at 08:19 AM • comment • Reads 9049 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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