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The one that I love - doesn't love me.
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The space heater whirred in the lonesome room, the giant, square window bathing the room with moonlight, and Lawrence sat on the naked particle board and ruminated upon the vast importance and significance that this very room would lend his mega-empire of a business which…
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I felt that love could
not be paid for or else could
never be paid for enough.
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I do not think it good that you, any of you, know what I mean when I say “MIG arrangement.”
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What can I say about my brother, Stroman. We are twins and we hate each other. He is an honest, brave man with scruples. He is full of bullshit. He thinks I am morally twisted. He probably has a point there, but I don’t see what that has got to do with
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Elaine and Francesco exited the taxi in front of Elaine Aster Gallery.
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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“Mules don’t like to dive, Esther.”
“I said maybe, Hugh. Maybe.”
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A man bows his head
and crosses his chest
before crossing the street
and the rain keeps falling
on his bare blue shirt
and on top of his head
The taxis will not stop
The light’s still red
as the man waits
for the sign of the hands
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Remember when I entered a room and turned heads
is my youthful charm a sputtering fire in the hearth
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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She cut me adrift
On an iceberg of words
And words melt
As you know
Looks like we may have
Gone out on the limb
A little too far without
A toe-hold on Reality
Doesn’t it?
But I saw the headlines:
Cows Bound for Slaughterhouse Make
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The bench was set by the waterMarbleAnd dedicated to a man etched his name,the year he was born,and the year he died. She had been suffering from a dark narcolepsythat reflected off the cloudsa lightening bolt energylike a screwturn screw and wrench.Door…
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She is thinking about her baby, the one she loved for exactly one month before she lost her forever. Now, all the love for her baby is coiled in the pit of her stomach and it has fangs and venom, and it is leaking into her blood, her bones.
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Mischief / has marked the bone marauders for doom.
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There is a war, but is it not In my heart? There is a war, but You are not the reason. There is a War, but we're all doing what we can. There is a war, but it is not just Your fight. There is a war, but I Wished you still walked…
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I ate a tuna salad sandwich for lunch.
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Here I am in the city where we walked side by side, you had driven a great distance and lost your way somewhere where exits left the highway from both directions and unpredictably.
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She wore no bra. As she jammed the truck into park and pushed against the heavy door, he saw the points of her nipples against her dress. Ice filled his belly, the most beautiful pink-colored ice.
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I supposed reluctantly that Princeton is soft as Macalester College is soft. A person could die just for having attended U.W.-Madison or Yale.
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The Ocean used to be ours. When the stars were still fire and they were the only light burning though the dim, hazy nights, the ocean was ours. Before the smog, and the lights that were carried by the men who rose from the sea, the ocean was ours. We…
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graves left or graves lost, into silence death sinks:/it's leaving the living that leaves us such pain.
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I admit that, on Twitter, I have been trying to annoy Glenn Greenwald so much that he blocks me.
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“Would you consider renewing for the next season?”
“We’re not interested.”
“Can I ask you why?”
I considered my reply. I was thinking of mincing my words. The man on the other end of the line seemed, how should I put this, somewhat s
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It is the fragrance of decay/
as paint, polymers and dyes/
outgas molecules of themselves
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Sometimes he would get up at night, go outside, and stand in the middle of their back yard.
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I now felt prepared to waltz under a K bullet that hits a stucco brick above the tropical hibiscus.
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even from the moon our planet’s truth has not been seen.
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