Words on love


Eagles loom in the sky

A chase

The violent sound of a catch


Caught, oh yes oh caught

And now see

See, how the knife shines


A game.

We have pistols in our hands

We are each other’s aim

On shooting the aim, the bullet

Goes backwards and kills the shooter

We just don’t know it yet

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