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     you'll see this demon's teeth-
    this wraith long at bay-
    as she rises from the ground:
    a frozen mist in the tired night.
    a fiend formed from spite-
    emotion hung like a ruddy wreath
    bound across a mouth desperate to say:
    "it is he you looked for, but me you found."

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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