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there was once a
knife
sharp, like the monsoon sky hit by Venus' thundering roars.
not sure how it pointed,
some way or other it landed up
pointing at him.
not subconsciously?
while the light poured in
and Jesus preached good
she thought
and didn't know.
she thought she was doing it on purpose
all the time wondering
all the time God frowned down on her
she was silent.
So what should she do?
the pills lay in the backpack pocket
fear grips her, unconsciously?
then all would be over
but there were those things
those people
all this
while she handed a knife
to her father.
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