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fa11ing
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Bill Z Bub
just before the fall the damn brittlebrown leaves, tin trees with veined fingers bloodless & burned down deep now dustchoked in the angles, the wailing and the whiteness mangled metal, papers pulped, dig bodies, x amount : obscene.
Bill Z Bub
19-Dec-02/7:18 PM
Good suggestion. You always know the right thing to say. Just like a woman. How do they do that? You make me feel grand.
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