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The Jester
Oily feet, under trunks of a tree.
I imagined.
You could say.
A person.
But how this person looked.
Is,
black.
To my memory.
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neopoet
Sat, 2024-01-06 01:20
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Tawny023
Sun, 2024-01-21 05:24
Short but well- crafted
There are questions here and angles I enjoyed figuring out. I May be off the mark of your intention though. My mind travels a bit, so thankful you gave space for my own interpretation.