Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, a thump and a scream that caused her to jump from the bed. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up and her body became one big goosebump.
Fear envelops bones like new skin,envelops blood with night__ skin,the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet -it is not your hair but the terror in your head,like long hair made of vertical nails,and what you see are not shattered streets,but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,your frustrated infinity, again the city comescrashing down: in your silence, only water__ threatis heard, and in the waterdrowned horses gallop through your death.
The Poetry of Pablo Neruda
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Fear envelops bones like new skin,envelops blood with night__ skin,the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet -it is not your hair but the terror in your head,like long hair made of vertical nails,and what you see are not shattered streets,but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,your frustrated infinity, again the city comescrashing down: in your silence, only water__ threatis heard, and in the waterdrowned horses gallop through your death.
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