it lingers.
the smoke, fog, the windows
running
with traces
of tears.
it's clear though.
the past,
the future is so close,
so near.
we empty what was full,
we discard
remove,
we blow at the air,
but it lingers,
the memory,
the fear.
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
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