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Jul 2012
It was public, the demonstration,
as they always were.

And everyone had gathered around.

The man cloaked in black shoved the woman
with her hands tied behind her back
and her hair pulled up out of the way.

As she knelt to her knees
and lowered her head
she slowly closed her eyes

and the audience grew so quiet,
you could hear her last breath leave her body

before the blade came hurdling down
seeking purchase at her neck.
Summer Novak
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