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Vapor
the mist
drifts low,
blurring the edges
of reality
and perpetuating
the glow
of the streetlights
into the darkness
of night.
slowly, the dew descends,
chilling the face
and wetting the skin.
the wind blows,
driving the biting
moisture,
relentlessly pelting
the face.
i lean in and
i am nothing.
drifts low,
blurring the edges
of reality
and perpetuating
the glow
of the streetlights
into the darkness
of night.
slowly, the dew descends,
chilling the face
and wetting the skin.
the wind blows,
driving the biting
moisture,
relentlessly pelting
the face.
i lean in and
i am nothing.