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Feb 2015
Sharp eyes watching
from side to side
Each move, blood arises
Wrong word, pulls the trigger.
Water's boiling inside the freezer
Open the door, molten lava.
Look up high, see the stars
coming down with wrath and fury.

Wishing it to rain
Of flaming arrows
Hiding beneath the shell
Of a fossilized snail.
Whisper a name
to a quiet breeze
And finally goes on

**Never to be seen.
Explains what I feel at the moment.

Β© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Cyrille Octaviano
Written by
Cyrille Octaviano
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