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Olga

christine

Pursed lips above a downward gaze,

jaw tight as the slamming sledgehammer

cracking ice like walnut skulls.

Muscles bulging and arms swinging

whilst black gloved hands

gripping grimly as each swing

jarred her frame;

tightening her lips

as she swung

again, and again.

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