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spending time on the beach as the world comes sneezing to an end (Thursday afternoon) (Free verse) by balthazar Frail in the massive heat
the air bends under its own weight
curling up
swallowed
unrecognizable
unbreathable finally
and the sea recedes
revealing the tops of the maples
and then surges, bursting
as the flames begin to rise in the distance.
Up the ladder:
Bottom on the heath
Down the ladder:
Northern Ireland
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Posted: August 8, 2002 7:22 AM PDT; Last modified: August 8, 2002 7:22 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1680884 Overall Rank: 4969 Comments:
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<~> @ 167.206.181.179
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8-Aug-02/7:38 AM
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nothing like a good apocalypse to brightenm up one's day.
Damned amazing!
fires of the djinn, fire of the djinn. sires of huck finn. tires of erot flynn. wires for loretta lynn? burn.explode.the pyres are for the lunch crowd. no raviollis for jesu'.
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