fogged
raze
through
you
i
see
blurs
of
brick
and
smears
of
unpaved
road
a
ragged
nest
of
leaves
just
beyond
my
reach
thin
fingers
clutching
at
currents
carried
on
careworn
copper
lines
what
do
you
see
when
you
look
at
me
?
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from