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to a coil of razor-wireIntricate, spiral-coiled weave of sharp edges perched on your fence-nest, a complexly-wound, distrusting silhouette against an unaware sky: The lone, patient antagonist dividing the openness - If I didn't approach you, you'd have no purpose...© Jon Bohrn (1998) |
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