David DeSantis - *The Fog

Nights mist
around my eyes

very similar to the fog
we walked through.

God
I miss her,

and walks
once had meaning.

similar,
to a ship in a bottle,

like lungs under pressure.

I used to breath
with her,

when walks
had meaning.


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David DeSantis

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