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The fog in the morning.
the morning of August a gray, silly, nervous.
I feel great confusion and sometimes twinges of pain. In my brain.
are not poems, not melancholy. I'm just mist, surrounding my life today and the desire for a bit 'light.
The fog, at least one of the photograph in the morning gives way to a sun that illuminates without heating.
I do not see even a glimmer of light, nothing but heat.
That dark, dark.
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