with his body full of coily wounds - eyes asking if the opening was now enough one wing was out, you could see the bone and the Indian's feathers at the back of his head he came with the form of a lover, a friend and a grandfather despite the scars a smile was always there not an angel or a devil, not a human either something else, like a creature of a dream he came now to my drawing showing his big heart and hands why is he visiting and what does he want to say ? Perhaps just, I love you .
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