True Stories 1

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i heard the frogs thinking
as i walked from house to house
sewing my disturbed hands
like a dead archer.

the sky was still dreaming
as i walked through the park
combing through the sleep
to tread the uneven lines

the air was catching
as i walked from street to street
to see the ghosts in the fog
rowing with their broken limbs

people were talking
as i stopped still to see
flames blowing weak
from their distant mouths.

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