A Walk In The Smog
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I don't know where it goes
The road we are walking on
Tentative footsteps lurk
Around edges of a garden
Where silence has stretched
Like an elastic waistband
Across the blades of grass
Every step I take towards you
Carries me far from myself
But does that stop me in my tracks
Do I rearchitect my route?
Smog is not just hovering above
It is inside me as well
Carving paths in the jungle.
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