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  • LORAN
    • Nov 15, 2019
    • 1 min read

The Fog


I was dreaming

Thinking of you day and night

You were scheming

Hoping just to steal my light

I was caught up

In the fog of having fun

I should have seen

All the signs that said to run

But now you have

A hold I cannot explain

Causing me to

Spiral down and go insane

I must break loose

Before you lead to my end

There is no choice

But to wake up and transcend


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