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Zachary Zubaty Oct 2012
Featherhead:

I
once saw a
girl
with feathers
for hair

They
were colorful
flourishing with
parallels
as if they might teach

Our eyes met
she
became bald
and her teeth started to

fall

She
walked   away
watching her feet
and
I
remained uneducated

— The End —