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May 2014
His timorous eyes encircled me, questioning of the darkness,
resembling the coldness of his grip
that encircled my arm.
Though his  gnarled lips uttered no sounds
his pleas were lucent. 
for the same chords
resounded within me.

We stood enmeshed
in our muted harmony-
daring to fell the suppressed.

Then,
ransoming my sanity for two pieces of silver--
I bade this specter        away!
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