Hands for Guns: Portrait of a Jaded Artist
By: Ilka Cortes
Do you remember? What it was like, to have a dream so big you fight, and weep, and die for day and night.
Do you remember? When you began, when every gun disguised itself, as an honest helping hand.
Do you remember? The taste of salt, from every bitter tear you drank, from all the lies and shit you bought.
Do you remember? The…
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