The sting of that last blow lingers like a fog.
where's the walls?
where's the wall?
I'm naked before myself; before you
This is all too fast, but I want you.
Like a wounded soldier, I crawl.
Looking for protection from the nagging onslaught of The Fog.
I'm naked & I'm scared.
What do you see?!
where's the walls?
where's the wall?
I can feel................................................................................................................... everything.
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