
Submerge me and let me be.
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You have condensed on the ground
hanging around
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for the soul purpose of being mine.
You blot out vast forests, rivers, even a road sign.
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Can I not get lost in your mass?
You can hide even the grass.
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Laden with moisture, you quench the thirst of the trees.
Let nothing touch me, not even a breeze.
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My skin is moistened. A slight chill –
amazing thrill.
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Damp hair,
sensual and rare.
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Inhale you in. Moist and sweet.
Exhale an exquisite treat.
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Everything is gray.
Shielded from the brightness of day.
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Sadly, the sun will burn you away.
I need you to stay.
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Cover me with your mass.
Allow nothing to pass.
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I need to get lost.
Hide me from tomorrows frost.
,mow three inch swath
compadres
eh?
tal vez
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Beautiful
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That artwork really speaks to me
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The poem was first. There was an image in my head of someone willingly getting lost in the fog.
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