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water falls (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

through thousand small squares of open screen door rain becomes mist, collects, pools, and slicks. it thunders this BOOM in my wrist, in my head, neck, and chest when you mmm when you mmm we will bloom we will bloom.

Bill Z Bub 2-Oct-03/9:07 PM
Grazie, signora.




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