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Jan 2016
door slam

mad man

walks toward me.

breathe silently

listening to footsteps

pounding violently.

loud curse,

short verse,

shouted words.

gruesome silence

laid naked

on our tongues

as he

looked me in the eyes,

held my hand

and said

nothing.
Alex Hunter
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