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Pretzel (Free verse) by daryash-koh

Show me the leader whose eyes can withstand The gaze of dead faces that leather in the sand. Blood on the lintel and bile on the mat, This is the suite where the bellies grow fat. Crimp the young shoots and advance by the nose, Shiny green beetles devour the rose.

zzinnia66 16-Jul-03/11:11 AM
why pretzel?




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