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on passing through some small town (Free verse) by Dental Panic

balanced like a queen an epiphany in a uniform white with delicate green stripes and a red logo discreetly placed upon her chest: touchdown. o the beauty of the cashier girl she just might understand why rivers bend with a smile like that. I want to ask her: come with me, be all mine. But I don’t. Instead with arms full of supplies I get into my car and drive. It’s getting late. My mouth is dry. A dusty trail is up ahead.

ALChemy 12-Jun-05/7:06 PM
PS. That ain't my vote I dont believe in zeros.




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