Month: March 2012
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Fog
– I’ve been speaking into fog. My voice it craves; My words it keeps In a pretty box, Never to be shared, Just stored away. Soon it may go, But it hasn’t told me when. –
– I’ve been speaking into fog. My voice it craves; My words it keeps In a pretty box, Never to be shared, Just stored away. Soon it may go, But it hasn’t told me when. –