The dank weather and your bountiful praise shows me nothing. Both are equally opaque and suffocating. I can't see the ground from the window and I can't see your intentions in your eyes. When will this fog lift?
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The dank weather and your bountiful praise shows me nothing. Both are equally opaque and suffocating. I can't see the ground from the window and I can't see your intentions in your eyes. When will this fog lift?