Narrative of a Mistaken Story

I lie awake in a stolen thought.
Story unfinished, yet imagined.
Book unopened but read all the same.

Two men in blurry swiftness
smash car windows and distribute flyers.
Violence grabs attention.

People gather to watch
their farce of raining glass and
chromatic broadcast.

Wrong story, thoughts gone astray.
Ah, a bizarre harmony in an untold story of
broken mirror and cardboard.

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