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poem submitted to "Eight by Eight" poetry contest, Nette Onclaud, sponsor, August 1, 2026
Effluviam drifts in, unseen, bruised exhales moving through the day. It rises slow, a toxic fog~ mist born from truths we didn't keep. It rises quite invisibly, shrouding thoughts then slipping away. It moves with soft, corrosive wings, rusting the clarity I seek.
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