300 Bombers

Once a war is worse than the former, threats and casualties no longer matter.
It’s all about the money.
Life goes on.
The bombers fly overhead, some explodes in the distance, and every now and then a siren sounds. Radio silence.
I paint the door green and sniff paint, no glue.
A cold breeze inside.

18-3-2026
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The photo is mine
Two more coats of paint on the door and it'll look great.
Hey, I'm not saying it doesn't look good, well, maybe I am, hahaha.
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