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He has blood on his lips.
We make eye contact, me from behind my coffee machine, her from beneath her visor.
You fed me, loved me, opened my eyes and look what you made me do.
dark-haired children are chasing each other through the trees and down the paths.
understanding of why the emotional loss of people was so difficult.
I know that people will own a story, that they will receive it as if it has been written just for them.
A girl checked her reflection in her in the black screen of her phone, people seemed happy to have the sun on their faces, you get to miss the sun in…
to wear the responsibility of skin.
up and up ash rose as bats around the form of man arms, hairy neck and face, mouth tasted it nose inhaled it eyes watered into it the ears did nothin…