A mist has settled over the city,

Clouding the tops of buildings.

Making the unnatural height of the glassy beasts a little more natural.

Just for a second,

It can be seen through the mist,

Just how glassy we all are.

A pocket full of change.

Yet we grant no change.

Hazy morals on a misty day.


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