A battle between
crosshairs,
we fall
and
rebound
back; we crack;
ricochet.
The bullet grazed,
and kept at bay.
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
A battle between
crosshairs,
we fall
and
rebound
back; we crack;
ricochet.
The bullet grazed,
and kept at bay.
Squint to see meaning. There is nothing, other than that.
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