1576 17 6
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Yankees call them daffodils.
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1569 17 13
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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1898 17 17
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The Cheese Maker's Son;
The Pretenders;
Train Whistles in the Wintertime
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1553 17 12
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When asked to turn over the Church's riches / he brought before the Roman prefect the poor, blind, ragged and infirm.
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1468 17 17
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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862 17 12
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Matt was among those rare creatures; an ideal kind of reader ...
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1454 17 11
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When he got out of sick bay, they moved him into a room with three other alkies. A kid, a tree trimmer, and a Catholic priest.
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1724 17 15
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There he was. Minnesota Fats, short and pudgy, jowly and blond-haired.
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121 17 8
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Here's how it works. The clock in my therapy office ticks off the minutes I get to spend talking with each patient, forty-five in and out, regardless of the amount of distress. Less distress has the option of being shoved out earlier but…
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2040 17 9
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I don't know what happened to all the men. Used to wonder if they killed them all.
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1435 17 2
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You can tend to recognise the difference between a good and mediocre mind by observing how each reacts to a misfired original idea.The mediocre mind will praise the merely meretricious, but ignore the more interesting bad art. The higher mind will value the misfired…
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1471 17 12
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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255 17 13
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1480 17 8
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1821 17 9
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I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
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1222 17 6
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...Rabidosa rabida- no spinner/
of webs but a quick and cunning
solitary hunter. Anxiety overwhelmed
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1243 17 9
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...a session/
of hide and seek/
among the syllables.
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1225 17 11
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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2201 17 3
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When you push my bra down, so it rests uncomfortably beneath my breasts—your teeth dragging pink trails across my throat and shoulders, pushing your thumb and forefinger into my panties—you don't say that you love me. You say, “Jesus shit. Relax, baby,…
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2728 17 14
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I'm reading your remains.
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1071 17 8
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What are the odds of August rain in Texas?
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1498 17 11
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I knew a girl on Folly Island who took
showers in water so hot
her skin blushed pink rosettes.
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1799 17 7
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You have transformed me into an aimless, sleepless wraith...
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1451 17 7
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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1918 17 10
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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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2946 17 10
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Eli the dog cocks his head like a pistol;
half cock, full cock.
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1908 17 9
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"we are all headed to be forsaken by animal hearts a mountain of poor"
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1824 17 11
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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946 17 14
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My real parents lived about 200 miles in the other direction from where we came. But long ago I determined they were too real.
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1995 17 18
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It's that quiet comfortable darkness. One should feel it often and necessarily.
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