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A Crash

Rating: 2.8
She'd fiddled with her face,
applied a half a pound
of beige foundation from
La Maison de Charleroi,
two hefty blasts of bland déodorant,
smothered two nipples with
a serving of Chanel, numéro cinq,
removed the bags of ice beneath
the mammaries, which now stood firm,
lit candles made of real wax of bees,
poured into crystals a beloved Beaujolais.
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Herbert Nehrlich1 02 July 2006
I would have been there before the nipples sagged. H
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Gina Onyemaechi 02 July 2006
Moving and sad. A fitting tribute. Reminds me of your 'Enola Gay' number. G.
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