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fa11ing (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub just before the fall
the damn
brittlebrown leaves,
tin trees
with veined fingers
bloodless & burned
down
deep
now dustchoked
in the angles,
the wailing
and the whiteness
mangled
metal,
papers
pulped,
dig
bodies,
x amount :
obscene.
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