A shadowed cloak covers me once as I pass by with heavy moist eyes. A night with a blank sky, empty...without stars or a moon to brighten it the slightest bit.
It was cold and almost even nostalgic. I could feel the fog cover us as if it were magic. I trembled and my teeth chattered but it didn't stop me from speaking.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
