1964 4 1
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Leo, leo, leo, leo, the word itself imprinted on my brain, carved with a pearl handled blade into my cerebral cortex, into the medulla, burrowed deep into my dreams, I miss your kissing.
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1964 2 2
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He pulls on his wispy goatee and shifts his weight a few times from one foot to the other. That doesn’t help. It rarely does, to be honest.
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1964 7 3
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Roanne banged the chiva, turned tricks, and ran out of road.
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1963 1 0
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The rustling of the dry leaves when he moved even slightly sounded like thunder to him, and he was sure if any of the other kids from the neighborhood got too close, it was the noise that would end up giving him away.
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1963 29 16
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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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1963 15 10
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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1963 5 1
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She watches too much VH1 for a five-year-old.
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1963 13 10
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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1963 2 7
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Regina Dawn "Gina" Edwards, 49, passed away June 2, 2006.
R.I.P. "Ridge Woman"
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1962 14 9
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By the thousands youngsters swarmed into the streets shuffling aimlessly, many mumbling to themselves, heads bowed as their eyes stared fixedly at the plastic devices in their hands.
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1962 8 8
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Out the window we could see the parking lot and, across the street, the Bijou Moonlight Laundromat.
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1962 11 10
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Slip me in Between the cracks in your schedule Between the sheets of your bed Between your memories and your fears Between your eyes and the moon where I'll twinkle at you Slip me in somewhere, I won't disturb you Won't make you want to push me away Let…
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1962 16 9
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She was as distant as Mao, someone I never met, but whom everyone carried in their eyes,
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1962 0 2
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I might as well just keep driving. Past my exit. Beyond my job. Just drive. Until the tank runs out of gas. A blank future is better than this bleak one.
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1962 1 2
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The zombie apocalypse was long foretold as a rather exciting bit of bother involving shotguns and chainsaws, but the reality of it is rather depressingly boring.
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1961 12 4
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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1961 23 18
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in my youth I was enamored of the moon—that is to say, lunacyI applauded the bizarre in natureI appropriated the gratuitous from dreamsI drank brashness and frenzy from bookswhat mad things I did!(throwing a bucket of water on the naked couple in the bed)what…
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1961 0 0
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His footing unsure and his clothes covered in vomit, he grabs the railing and stumbles up the three steps. He pulls off his shirt, finds a cleaner area on the puke-covered garment, wipes sweat off his forehead, dripping wet from the humid, stormy night, a
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1961 10 10
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He says he’ll have a Bud, too. The woman taps her pencil on her pad, looks at the kid and says, “When?”
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1961 2 2
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Her face had that strange preserved quality Maybelle saw in many aging Boomer women — like an old toy never removed from its packaging.
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1961 15 7
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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1961 7 7
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She came from the land of rumpled sheets. She was the very definition of sex. She was the breeze through the wind chimes of his heart. One might say that she actually invented the orgasm. All mirages are this way. Perfect until they disappear. They
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1961 8 2
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The depth of her love for Briana could only be heard on the 80’s ballads station fumbling from the stereo in Madi’s car, awkward, just like her smile.
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1961 4 4
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Some poems slip out easily
Thick and solid
Well-oiled and fully formed
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1961 0 0
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The words of prophets only serve to demonstrate that ‘unreliable narrative’ can often result in poor literature; unfortunately, poor literature can attract a very large following.
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1961 7 5
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When it rains, I can really think.
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1960 2 1
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The Bike Messenger on Lexington Avenue
Comes to rest
taking a moment
in the falling rain
slowly massaging the
veins at the top
of his bald head
Cracking his neck
while the yellow cabs start
honking behind him
Unwilling to mov
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1960 5 5
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Called in sick at work for a week straight when I first met Tony.
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1960 10 7
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god bless my shapeless head. we are good at becoming older. i feel incredibly negative all the time.
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1960 21 12
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Fear in a Handful of Dust
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