![]() ![]() All throughout, women and men, boys and girls gasp for life in pained and euphoric breaths. Fire enshrouds a house as women and men look on in amazement, or perhaps fear, and a voice tracks the haunting spectacle: “I’m willin’ to die for this shit / I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit.” A hazel-skinned boy rests on his back in a green knot of flora as a june bug, tied to a string, trudges across his forehead. ![]() This content can also be viewed on the site it originates from.Ī single black hand rises from a sheet of steel-blue water.
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