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Let the fog lie, at first descending slowly among the eyes of the seers,
then taking home in the hearts of the ones' that love,
leaning toward the minds of those that philosophize,
creating an eery picture that creeps along the innocence of the beautiful sunshine-
turning sickly grey as it grows tired.
“exahaustion” it cries in the noonday sky,
praying to sink down below the horizon
never to see the earth again-
Exahaustion, crying exahaustion.





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