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"They fucking disappeared Hamdan Ballal."

landscape of thorns lines
the low road henceforward
tell them our fall furled
say few could win safety

to the ducks here hexed
i hail from thin window
the proud flesh that fled,
the flayed shadows madding

Darkness.

"Nightfall’s silver needles
Narrowing our marrow..."

--James Hart via

People in silent movies watching movies.