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The Weight

I can’t see my hands;
the fog is heavy and dull.
My failures greet me
with cold kisses to the heart;
I will never become me.

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Today’s tanka. Wasn’t sure what to write about and then read a blog post by Wil Wheaton and I knew what it should be.

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