The life born to create in it a Fault
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francis_bede
francis_bede Author of Bad Clergy and other poetics.
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In an empty water bottle sits a bleaching paper; Upon it is writ; In clear words for tomorrow's desert sun to fade; I was, I became, I git.

The life born to create in it a Fault

In an empty water bottle sits a bleaching paper; Upon it is writ; In clear words for tomorrow's desert sun to fade; I was, I became, I git.

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