night has fallen blackness all around
a dense fog settles over the city
my love is gone perhaps forever i’m not sure where but my love is gone
the fog grows heavier pregnant with sorrow because as i mentioned my love is not here additionally it is foggy in a very literal sense
where is my love my love where are you
are you in the bathroom are you in the yard are you in the fridge
my love i don’t know where you are my love i cannot emphasize my unawareness of your whereabouts and how the fog is real and also is symbolic of my consternation my love
i can’t see a freakin' thing
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