Mists over the
Water, thick with fish
In silver scales.
And in the night they
Peel off their skin
So that it floats - glinting, glimmering
Like ersatz gems.
But the doppelgangers lurk behind
Shadows and wait
For their argentate scales -
Unbeknownst to them
As they dance in lollops
In a drunken haze.
P.S. Sorry, was busy yesterday.
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