Twilight hour

May 15, 2012
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Twist of her wrist,
She bites her lip.
Her pale blue eyes,
A far Island.

The light bounces off her into the dusk,
Her shadow blurry in the gloomy light.
Her assassin’s blade struck the pilgrim with profanity,
True intentions barely missing their targets.

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