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Beyond the fog,
Lies the town
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Footsteps hitting hard concrete,
Dust flying from the footsteps.
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Reflections in the null moon,
The half day is a welcome to the terror in the depths of the fog.
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Oh! I lay waiting, waiting still
Beneath our little meeting hill.
by Frodofan
24 lines, 6 comments,
on Jul 3 9:16 AM 2008. In love, ghost, hill, seasons, change, waiting, patient, unrequited, rhyme
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