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Vulgar peoples (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

The Phoenix rises as does the Columbia. Maybe, when ties are stored and vestments put away and blades browned and barrels rotted and history forgotten and lips have closed and tongues intertwine, then, maybe, peace. But there will always be ashes and embers.

INTRANSIT 20-Jan-03/6:02 PM
neckties. I hate it when a but gets in the way.




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