When a homely mist
Of loneliness
Drifts into your view,
And you feel
That only this
Slow, lonely mist
Can brush
The thirst in you,
You’re being too
Abrasive,
And it’s hard to misconstrue
That the only mist
Of sad loneliness
Is the one
Clouded by you.

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