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The Mist

The mist is all around me

Not that it came to me,

Not that it loves me,

I just went into it,

But now I fear that I will disappear

I will disappear from her sight

And slowly fade away from her heart

and I see her watching me from far away

Now that I am trapped in the mist

I can't get out, it gets more dark

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By · Indra Paneru

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