Itchy fingers
Cold inside
Brittle are my fists, cold and dry
Misty view through this old window
Looking out to a clearer view of the ground
Tiny mountain
Sewage river
Still gets fog wine til early spring
Stars above it
Shinning brightly
One star lets off, an angled tail
Looking inward
TV's eerie chord
Show of someone planning
A Misty view through foggy eyewear
Sense of yearning fills my head
About the star ship
It's very close
As much as anything could be

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