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You Make the City Vague
you make the city vague with your wispy shroud the soft outlines fading into the grey backdrop while disembodied lights dance in the distance. — 1/16/10 – 49
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Poetry
First Breath of Spring
the balmy touch of your wispy fingers leaves the surface of my skin cold but my heart beats warm for thought of fog and a city shrouded and old the first breath of spring comes early though but a taste of things to come and come too soon to be…
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Morning Commute
the fog lay lightly on the near distant landscape the mist a quiet shroud upon the waking city blank and stoic faces shuffled on the moving train a crowd of familiar strangers my silent company — 12/22/09 – 22 #favorite