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On dark nights, perhaps you've traced the stabbing cry, footsteps in the blood: the solitary edge of our cross a thousand times trampled, heavy blows on the silent door, the abyss or thunderbolt that swallowed the assassin when dogs bark and the violent police enter among the sleeping to forcefully twist the tear's threads plucking them from the terrified eyelid.