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Comments about Albert Hallonda
She looked me right in the eyes
like a fixated killer at the victim,
a hunter and its prey,
ready to strike.
used her fingers to stalk, the back of my hand,
her open palm to suffocate my knees,
before she laid her head on my shoulder,
and wrapped herself around my arm,
stealing warmth from my heart,
making me realize we were both the hunted and prey,
were always equal, and at that moment
both were terrified to lose this battle.
My palm was bluing from her grip, cold,
Just cool enough that when I placed it by her chin,
Her neck recoiled,...