Upon the Veiling Glass

Steam from my lips fogs the glass
Until my features are all veiled
Every hour comes to pass
Yet I can’t see how much I’ve paled

I can’t help but wonder what will last
When I’m long dead and my body’s failed
The fog upon the veiling glass
Or who I was despite my exhale

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