I am tired -
and the fog floats above the street softly.
A sporadic breeze disturbs the settled snow,
exhaust trails my car like a tail.
I step outside -
and the cold night air greets me gently.
The fog calms my scattered thoughts,
I pause in the center of life.
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sometimes i wish the fog of war applied in real life.
I wonder if that would allow us to maintain a child like innocence, or simply amplify our perversions?
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