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Jan 2014
Come on out of the trenches,
It's beautiful up here!

The sun is shining high and bright,
And all these fragments of rainbows
Are whistling past me.

Look how I dance!
I'm light as air,
Being made slowly porous.

Little holes in my skin and bones,
Multiplying,
Removing th unnecessary parts that keep me down,
Setting me free.
Kopter Zero
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Kopter Zero  United States
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