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strange beds (1983) (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

Her parent's bedroom, I assume, from the smell of stale perfume. A charge, a socket surging. Thin and bruised from play in those high summer days, with her sister's boyfriend's praise. She jumped to try and pin me down. And the bed collapsed. Then we ran.

Bachus 22-Dec-02/8:43 PM
i almost don't wanna see that last sentence. i thought is was perfect up until that ummm. think on that then i'll come back and vote later, but i'll probably will give it a ten, just for the last stanza alone(not including last sentence) read that bad boy ten times out loud by itself. lol. strong strudel filler batman. how well do you know razorgrin.?




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