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Wisping Mist
Undoubtedly – perhaps,
This thing became a contact
Sport; we can see
That, have always known.
Skullduggery, psy-ops,
Psychological warfare.
Souls open, simultaneous
To fingers in a procession
Of curl, like crystals balls
That enfold into formation.
I felt your fists
Leaving wisping mist.
Published 29th May 2022
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