Against the rainbow the bullet holes look non-worldly. Those who are standing loosely in tears under the luminous sky are again watching butterflies trespassing the ripples of their dreams. Bones are again sticky and blood spills again for memories’ sake. Tomorrow, we all return again to our sky. Guns & roses.
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again, again- Repetition for something that just keeps happening- beautiful piece.
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Thanks very much.
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