Humid swarm
Of choking wet gas.
Eriely entered the rolling mass.
The grass has dew
And the streets do too.
The water is cool
In the swimming pool.
The fog dances
As the air prances.
I take a stroll,
Which takes its toll.
Tricks are played on my eyes.
For clarity, my mind tries.
I can't see
And I can't break free.
My mind is full of a bog.
All I see is the fog.
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