Misty musty morning

Misty musty morning,
the city is on fire.
I see the light
finally
actually
two lights running towards my
self.
Fog, is that the last
breath?
Unliving souls walk their
unsunned soles sharing the
last space on earthly eter-
nity.
Hope supper won’t be
boring.

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