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In closing and opening your
eyes I saw a wave over the
skin and the beach.
There were colours and flowers
washing in with the tears. Marching soldiers
over the sand, storming the eternal capital.
The buildings like mothers, crumpling because
they’ve lost their sons. We look at each other
knowing we said that we would win and we did. The
naked earth, rolled back and forth, growing and
ungrowing, spinning and unspinning; there is music playing.

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