The storm is all around us
roams all around the rubble
a resurgence of life
on the hill there's a fire
shoot from up there
concentric circles and no shelter for hares crazy
branches of hedges and walls breaker dream
gape of fiery explosions
our horizon has been lost
my love is away
a war without enemies
a battle with spears of hypocrisy
and you kiss
still on paper
between the lashes of shiny foil. 
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