12 Fingers
I kept hearing the sounds of children chanting off in the distance,
every time the man spoke to me.
His eyes told stories that his words could not imagine. There was a time when this man was a little boy. He played in the driveway of the middle-class home he grew up in. He always waited for the postman, just so he could frantically wave,
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