What's Left in the Fog






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amaramoon
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The comfort of not being able to see too far away.

What's Left in the Fog

Wrap me in gray,

Wrap me in gray, mold it to my form

Wrap me in gray, mold it to my form while it rises from

Wrap me in gray, mold it to my form while it rises from the earth in a rustic cold

I want to breathe that colour in

I want to breathe that colour in, let this eerie peace soak into my skin,

I want to breathe that colour in, let this eerie peace soak into my skin, and cleanse what’s left of me.

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