Flickr Friday
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- Caroline Kurze
You puke hand grenades, I fold butterflies – Sometimes you want to puke hand grenades, you say, the envious squint hears children’s laughter, mine remains in your green, sees soap-bubbles burst, gleaming-grey like pine tree ornaments in small spaces waiting for the next winter, fondly, the parka pulled tight, summer has long passed.
+ Read MoreSometimes you‘d want to, yes, what would you want to, I ask to flash, in the dark of wafting thoughts like small stereoscope images rainbow colored, what would you like other than sucking raspberry drops and folding lemon scented paper butterflies ornamented with refracted light, what would you want, if you dared.
Text by Anna Töws
Image © Hilda Randulv
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Image © Lena Kholkina
Image © she’z from mmm
Image © Tihana Bertek
Image © William James Vincent Broadhurst
Image © Aaron Gutsche
Image © Giulia Muraglia
Image © Ted Craig
