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I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
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born to be mistreated by beasts in human shapes
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I staggered away in the storm
tears frozen to my cheeks.
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I have become interested in Carracci / Ludovico Carracci
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It was a dire and dun-colored year when groupies wept and autograph seekers put down their pens.
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When you return home, one year to the day that you left us, you will wonder if you can do it all over again.
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Sixteen years married, and now she wants a wedding ring. He brings her a box of Cracker Jack. She doesn’t think it is funny.
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A farm girl raised on fresh eggs and weather forecasts...
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They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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I dreamt I was spinning down the coast in a convertible. It was warm, and the top was down.
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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I tell my woman friend the new man's penis is too large. I tell her once. She asks me later whether I asked about it at the doctor's—large cock, she calls it, and I say I told the doctor my boyfriend's in a wheelchair.
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Life was small. It was tiny even, so tiny it was hard to see it sometimes. Life curled up to make itself even smaller, to fit into the kinds of holes that insects crawl into to get away from bigger insects. Life was sad. Life didn't want to be an insect.
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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The sky was an over-bleached sheet, stretched to the point of ripping. Everything worn but clean. He was saying he'd be happier if we lived in Canada. The sun seemed very close, like a star at the top of a Christmas tree. Maybe I could pull it down. Our baby had…
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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Some claim my brother lay with me, I own
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I ask because she's the animal person, not me. She understands animal behavior.
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Let's just rest and let the wind blow through our hair, while the mountains quake and the trees shake their leaves. Towards another destiny, a new world ... where greed is only a word without significance, hunger doesn't belong in a dictionary and money is only an…
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...skinny love, skinned and thinned weak broth love...
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I forget you. Upfront: that’s how this ends.
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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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They shared a lot through the years – a bus stop, acne, and first kiss stories. George was happy to be her confidant, good enough friends to help shoulder her burdens. But he wanted to push her curls back behind her ear and trace her soft cheek with his f
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When Carlotta left me, I cried / into my soup. I shriveled into / harsh mathematics.
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