Sinceless

I could see my breath tonight
My every word in misty white
Dissolving in the atmosphere
Till nobody could see or hear
Whatever I’d just said aloud
As weighty as a passing cloud
Ephemera
Of consequence
To no one
I’ve stopped making
Since

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