\n<\/span>stiltwalkers strut city blocks
\nexecuting yellowshirted bears
\nfor no other reason than
\nthe colour of their clothes<\/p>\n
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\n<\/span>salmon to work in their overcoats
\nso they have someone to talk to
\n<\/span>while they shop for silence
\non their packed lunch breaks<\/p>\n
\n<\/span>deprived mask makers in the early
\n<\/span>hours of dawn sniff the saddles
\n<\/span>of their wife\u2019s puppet\u2019s bikeseat
\nto discover the odour of burnt cathedral bell rope
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\nbreaking into fragments, like thoughts \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span>adding
\nsadly subtracting \u2026 when all around you are<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/12-challenge-300x214.jpg\")
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