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A thick fog
Murky and warm
The world is blurred
And all I can see
Is walls.
The chatter of magpies
The screaming of gulls.
Something's burning
The incense of youth
Earth and water
Timber, mould and leaf.
The smell of the hideaway
All those wild freedoms
Taken for granted
And gone
Like the smoke
Of all the years.

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