April 1
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The bicycle clatters
to the pavement
like a marionette
with cut strings.
The newspapers
have been folded
into little
boats. Someone
steals a bicycle,
starts a fire.
I had forgotten
that touching you
is like touching
an electric
fence that hasn't
been left on.
The bicycle clatters
to the pavement
like a marionette
with cut strings.
The newspapers
have been folded
into little
boats. Someone
steals a bicycle,
starts a fire.
I had forgotten
that touching you
is like touching
an electric
fence that hasn't
been left on.
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