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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.

razorgrin 23-Dec-02/9:11 AM
Cool. I like the last line, but maybe i'm just raving mad. I don't know Mr.Bub, bachus. not to my knowledge, at least




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