as if in the fog
people fade.
they slowly disappear
losing
form
and color. their voices
no longer
in reach.
their footsteps
gone.
they add on to the others.
the crowding
room of ghosts.
past friends, relatives.
lovers.
leaving, always leaving.
never to return
or be heard from.
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