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I Remember the Fog

The fog that devours cities

Licks the skin like a summer breeze

Slowly a hand reaches out


In front of the Eye

The cotton candy that touches the lips

Rots the tooth to the root like a lightning

Hysterically a tongue in check,


A façade, behind

Skin - Numb

Lips - Dumb

Eye - Become

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