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Cornelia stared in the mirror wishing them away. She'd locked herself in the bathroom for several hours now, but no one had even noticed. Her surprise at cutting her hand while washing her hair was nothing compared to horror she felt when she realized exactly what she'd cut…
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76594
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The dead tongues chuckle/
in Etruscan
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i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens…
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Pinesatz is standing again. He and Marie seem unaware of time, unaware that Louane is watching them, unaware of waiting for Wendy with the car. Every glance is a hook. Every gleam is a glance. Every stanza is a room. She vies for it.
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154898
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I spot another fat lady in another part of the store, and I slap her butt, too. She tells me I'm a bad boy.
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I didn’t have toothpicks. You looked at me as if it summed up everything about me.
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111998
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decline the proffered hand
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109996
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The world can still be viewed as a honey drop of sparkling rain, but not all washed up tears can be revealed as such. The stories swirling inside are constantly shifting their own gears, searching for the lost highway, and sometimes…
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Our half-life, radioactive decay, particles shed leaving dust and bone."twilight years", "golden age", "evening of life"?Bullshit. I'm not ready to stop pumping high octane.You said, "I'll take you to Paris."Hemingway's address is still in your notebook, I saw it.I'll wear…
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19695
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104095
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an artist sits in the sun
moving fingers through long hair
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No, I just liked what it said "All at Once Is What Eternity Is" which seemed right to my seventeen year old mind, explained it all to me the way nothing else did. I matted the poster in art class and put it in a frame over my bed. Betty hated the poster.
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Then I would say to my new friends, “My God, look at all the weight you’ve lost.” Even when they hadn’t lost any. Even when they were fatter than before.
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"Think of every sexual partner you've ever had. I'm nothing like them. Unless you've ever slept with a bulimic German cellist called Elsa."
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102998
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I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs.
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134997
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Weight of faithlessness...
Mist
Of bodily
Existence
Grave expectations for the future
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At 5:12, the river turned silver, as if it were frozen. She traced the river's curves on the window with her finger, wishing it were her.
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it’s women i’ve loved/
or men i owe money
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153093
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Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.
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116695
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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131497
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Out in the world again, pretending to belong.
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137897
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They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
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119194
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William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)
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The Killer Whale came back and promised to be nice.
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149599
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They sat before the fire and played cribbage. He was a good player, but not as good as she was.
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Step off, dude. I have no intention of coming back to you.
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I want to tell you things you do not know.
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Years later he surveys this place again to post something, anything. He plays "sex on fire," sounds that once fueled him. Now he knows the song is about VD, not unbridled potency. Names and words all seem at once familiar and numbing and noise. He once wanted fame or…
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My dad / always had a fondness for Raleigh’s kind of loss
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