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The fog on the street tonight

Reminds me of that time of waiting

Just after death

Dark

With lights in the distance

Well aware of the others around me

Yet I was alone and at ease

Silence

Ah, to be free and away

From the hustle and bustle

Of the material world

But I knew I would have to return here

Again

So here I am for the umpteenth time

Filling empty pages with ornaments

Of rhyme

Every time I promise myself

That I will not forget my past

But I always do

I only remember the times in between

The waiting

In the mist

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