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You have to play the part and be somebody else at all cost, do this from the time you wake up drink your milk first contact, mom I wish I were someone else, tell me, tell me there must be a way through the center of the doughnut hole, direct opposite of a crucifiction.…
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I write my new poem in the gardenBut not like Mary OliverMore like meDirt under my fingernailsReal dirtI can feel the grit of it Something that shouldn't be thereBut is.
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My heart raced. I couldn't swallow. Heat rose under my skin, sharp and disorienting. I wanted to disappear—to fold inward, to dissolve—but instead of leaving, I walked toward him.
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That there are a downstairs, and high voices.
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count vb (late 14c) “to enumerate, assign numerals to successively and in order; repeat the numerals in order”; also “to reckon among, include,” from Old French conter “to count, add up,” also “tell a…
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The tinny beer can fell from my desk
and exploded over my head
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how nice it isto have my dog,Archie, curled up nextto me as I lay napping. As we all do. He wants to be hereand I want himhere. We play tugof war when he'sfeeling frisky.When it's lightningand thunder orloud motor cars,he prefers mycalm hand on hisback. He…
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