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Jul 2012
Each twig that snaps
is a searching assassin
slicing filament
coiled in his hand
stand still
and his cord will split you
It doesn't hit you
until the glow overcomes your senses
and surprise
it was all an illusion
caught in the web of your eyes.
Saul Makabim
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Saul Makabim
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