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Where…XII

Where the fine mist is
turning into a dense fog.
Where a gentle and shy boy
is evolving into a juvenile rogue.
Where softness is evaporating,
leaving behind a dead log.

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Posted in Poem

Where…XI

Where will the abruptness
of my action ends?
Where will the fickleness
of my mind ends?
Where will the grotesqueness
of my nature ends?