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I've never seen two people so close
I told my grandmother while she felt in the stiffly hospital bed grandfather died 28 years ago but his head felt heavy on my shoulder like a defused nuclear warhead here people transform into crosses for other people to wear inside crosses that no angel would dare remove here is the space where God becomes a Matryoshka that shrinks and become increasingly powerless I always said that life is just a cruel joke a fruit that has not been cared for to the end and was abandoned how deep you can go into a butcher shop to understand that this song of broken bones is a sign of goodbye Above the blood the arteries are stifled with the power of two people a rainbow of gray shades rises claiming another person that I love
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