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Untitled #13 (Free verse) by david

and with the tongue of some reptile, it all came to a cacophonus halt, painful in nature, ubiquitous in effect, while somewhere in the universe the spiritual umbilical cord was cut: "it's a boy. born a sinner, no less. here's hoping he finds cleansing." and here am i, lying awake nights, wondering if i can make it without tasting the fruit one more time.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 4-Jul-03/1:16 PM
Profound.




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