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fa11ing (Free verse) by 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.

TanHand 7-Feb-03/2:15 PM
I bet I'm more talented. And better in bed. And smell nicer.

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