1962 14 9
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She doesn't even know who wears the Adam's apple in this house.
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1833 14 6
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No beeping of horns, just complete silence. No panic, just calmness. There’s this one word: serendipity.
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1431 14 7
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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1697 14 8
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I like the smoke going in
but I like it even more
when it's coming out
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1996 14 3
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He hunched low and forward on his bike, his 14-year old self, flying down the dusty back roads of this Great Midwestern Land, his head full of the smell of the algebraic girl he sat behind in math class just hours ago.
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1700 14 13
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. . . clinging to life in a shroud of winter air. It veered up five flights to a sweltering summer night on the roof . . .
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1318 14 7
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Follow the money. It seeks/
the lowest of the low and finds them here/
in an embarrassing abundance.
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563 14 5
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1885 14 6
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I wear a white dress.
I vomit on hers.
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1375 14 8
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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1585 14 9
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It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
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1533 14 10
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Sid, the owner of the red convertible, always slept with his twin Lhasa Apsos, Helpless and Hopeless. He was an early riser and took his “girls”, as he called them, out for a brief walk, yes, and also he was up early to take his morning penicillin because he…
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1291 14 9
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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1508 14 9
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1440 14 9
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I assemble myself daily//
from the ready-mades/
of a fast talking world,
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1341 14 6
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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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1739 14 6
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Imagine the poem written with a pistol at your head.
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1504 14 7
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1718 14 8
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The rain is no terrible epitaph
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1505 14 14
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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2063 14 8
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Martín stood over the slow, labored panting as if it were a mystery he could not explain. The dog lay on the frayed pillow bed, a knot of fur and skin, in his father’s office. One eye, like an almond floating in milk, stared up at the boy.
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1811 14 11
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Her husband wouldn’t let her call an exterminator. That doesn't work, he said. The real reason he said no was that he was cheap.
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1144 14 13
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1402 14 12
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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1514 14 8
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you may meet the man of your dreams.
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1845 14 4
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He had the cannonball head of Hemingway, the stump neck, sloping shoulders and barrel chest.
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1328 14 10
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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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1581 14 7
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a bird who gives messages
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1358 14 14
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I realize the kid is still smoking. Shocked, I tear the cigarette from his mouth, throw it to the earth, and grind it to death with the heel of my boot.
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838 14 6
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