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The Umpteenth Home (Free verse) by EAger to Offend

where I broke my fast at the doors of life when the humour of violence spawned sex from a dream whose substance was lucid and hungry for whatever was lost when I found why I left and love always to come back again.

Bill Z Bub 13-Jul-03/6:09 PM
The only critique I have for your writing is the dearth of concrete imagery. Something to bite into, the juice streaming out in molten arcs.




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