Thought On a Walk
the curious beings,
how curious you are
sirens pass
eyes look
so many
faces
so many bodies
so little
art
I tell my legs to move,
they do
bodies are good listeners
tell your eye to cry
they will shed
tell yourself your
mad
you'll be read
don't read me,
for I can
always see
you
passed your
portrait of
a face
ill see in
and grab
if needed
to
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