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You hear the thrum of blowflies first...
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180632
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You call the shit in this paper news? ‘Dog Accidentally Shoots Man With His Own Gun, Swedish Man Bursts Into Flames on Train Platform, The Truth About Elvis's Hidden Extraterrestrial Daughter.' Seriously? Enough about Elvis already.
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18052013
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You died from a bad heart.
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180594
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Where I grew up, you did not venture casually into ocean waters.
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180531
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Hipster-neutral dressed simulacra-person offers a glance and a wave, sudden as a ping-pong serve, designed to crowd your space and "pal" you but I dodge it — I'm practiced at this.
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18051813
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—Was it true, what you wrote in that poem?
—Pretty true.
—What do you mean “pretty true”? Was it true or wasn’t it?
—It was as close as you get to truth in poems.
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I don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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1805178
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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180430
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Harley Davidson fanny pack
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18042916
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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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1804910
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Together at last, we'd gotten this far toward the warm end of those sweet Promises we made, once, with our sincerest written and passed down smart Words, done all on our own deeds, with some real gusto, and offered them as Christmas Lights,…
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180451
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in his thin, swanky
black leather jacket
out on the town at night
in Mexico with his girlfriend
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180432
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“You wanna fight.”
And I say yes.
And he says –
“First, we gotta make out.”
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180452
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You’re mad as a hatter she said. Eons, eras of epochal proportions go by before you call me. I said recalibrate your linear thinking, incubator baby. I whispered permutations of wonder, told her secrets only the sufis know. We ate French goat cheese lac
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180494
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History is replete with brutally imaginative techniques of torture and execution, but I am the only death machine that doubles as a musical instrument.
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1803139
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Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
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180387
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Megan beat up on herself later over the unsaid.
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180320
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“We’re prisoners,” Sean reminded the guard. “Prisoners of your military.”
“You have never been treated as such.” Captain Hughes looked around the bar. “This festival is a celebration of you, of all of you. We pride ourselves on ou
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180311
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maybe if I bat my lashes just right, or look prim enough to fly, you just might touch me tonight, and the dream will pop and fizz and I will wake somewhere, your hands smoothing these lines of worry away.
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180395
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Hair as black as a Raven’s wing. Dark eyes. You wore a black dress, too, my favorite color.
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180320
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What the heck to believe in??
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180353
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When farming started in September, I thought of gambling, of my childhood best friend’s marriage ruined due to gambling, and of farming as a trope for living in the Midwest.
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180321
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With my heart preserved, I shoved a handful of baubles back in its place: some pages torn from my favorite books, a bass guitar string, a butane lighter, a shot of vodka. I stitched myself back up and left the roof in favor of the attic, where I hung my s
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1802138
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There is a price. It's on the back. If you turn it around you'll see. It isn't expensive. Everything's okay.
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180294
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Three hours isn't that long.
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18022216
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Maybe she would get married and have a baby, she said. Not with me, I said
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180250
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Alone,we are ageless togetherin the heart of our precious now.A relentless wedge of image and vanity, gossip and innuendo, acceptable and most certainly not, dashes our agelessness intoan insurmountable chasm of years.That diabolically…
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18021311
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Know what you’ll become? You’ll become one of those guys who masturbates in any single occupancy restroom that locks.
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180293
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We hit the road, headed west.
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a beautiful cool quiet day
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