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Fogged

Like steam to
my bathroom mirror
you are becoming
fogged over…

And even when I
try to clear your haze…
there’s only a
temporary exposure.

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September 26, 2020October 22, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Healing, Loss, Missing you, Still here, You 7 Comments

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Halbarbera says:

Sep 26, 2020 at 8:40 am

Good Reflections……

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- Anonymously Hal says:
  
  Sep 28, 2020 at 10:25 pm
  
  Thank you 🙂
  
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bejamin4 says:

Sep 26, 2020 at 10:40 am

I enjoyed reading this. Fantastic metaphor and imagery.

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- Anonymously Hal says:
  
  Sep 28, 2020 at 10:25 pm
  
  Thank you!! ❤️🙂
  
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Navin says:

Sep 26, 2020 at 1:15 pm

❤️

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Lia says:

Sep 26, 2020 at 7:12 pm

This is really clever. 💛

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- Anonymously Hal says:
  
  Sep 28, 2020 at 10:25 pm
  
  Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️
  
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