trees stand bare against
this treacherous fog
it's not night, but you see nothing
miles apart
separated not only by fog, distance
but by a looming cloud of
not animosity .. but of
emotional despair
i fear
that perhaps they'll
never meet again
they're gasping
they're choking
and out of tune
but sometimes.. harmonics match up
it just keeps darkening
the brightest dark
farther away now
gone
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