I see bullet soft pedalling on knees shoot it extirpate wounds there is no blood no wound, a searing pain wound is in bullet blood is in bullet. Shoot. Weep, they all are. In Afghanistan, India, Kashmir. Weep. Bob Dylan’s weeping. Got the Nobel.
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