| fogdog | ||
| Soma |
Listless fog Swirling and surrounding Which way is up? Which way is down? Are your feet on the ground? I stretch my hand out I can't see my fingertips They touch nothing They feel nothing Only damp air and confusion Moisture clinging to my skin The coldness bites But I stand there Numb |
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| Possessed Angel |
Are they right To be afraid Of me? |
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