Fogged

via Daily Prompt: Foggy

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Maybe it was a Friday night

You smelled exquisite

like mango

or maybe apple pie.

The sky was starry

The moon shone bright

Your lips were tender red

or maybe blossom pink.

Your eyes were blue

or maybe jungle green.

The little details

they slip away-

clouded, shrouded

locked away.

But you.

You stay.

 

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