The fog appeared pretty
The moon was almost a whole,
The demons were stepping out
as we werre walking..
through our eyes
through our breath
enveloped us..
having a conversation, instead of "us",
slowly cutting the ice
swallowing it.
we could only step back and watch.
The fog stood tall and the moon moved around it.
slowly becoming a whole..
I whispered through "it is my dawn".
and the rest walked away
I was drowning in the fog, as the sun begun to rise.
I was walking, hovering through pregnant fog,
I was blinking awakeningly the eyes.. as the sun directly at the top of us,
and the earth split into two, these were me and you.















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