mist

the fog fell on the town

thick as the lies from the tongues

of the young and pretty ones

playing at games of love

obscuring the vision

of even the clearest of sight

to obscure the schemes

of things that go bump in the night

until the morning comes

awash in daylight

to burn off the mist

and reveal what is right

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