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She consulted the hourglass

Chaotic; bewildered

As sand trails down

Ever

So

 Slowly

Outside the weathered brickwork

Imperceptible; resounding

An illiterate howl

Ringing

Through

 Woodland

Safety in numbers, they said

Cruelty incarnate

We want none of your witchcraft

Left trudged

 In

 The

Dirt

The glass cracks

Ruptures; iridescent

Sand

Stains

    Hands

Crimson.

 

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