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Intended to violate 
the omnipresent, 
stillness unzips the inviolate – 
truth. 

You walk through a legend: 
To test the chastity 
you need to dip your hand 
in a very hot oil. 

A sleepless summer night 
descends on the hill 
violins in dark 
lie mutilated. 

Hidden tracks will not tell 
from where came the pattern 
of enemies entering 
the bloodied moon.