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She refuses to let her eyes cry. Her eyes played tricks on her and showed her one thing was really another. They don't deserve to cry.
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17351611
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Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
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173575
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He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.
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173522
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The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…
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173597
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leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.
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173501
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I watch my brother carry her into the hospital, and I love him with parts of myself I didn’t know were capable of love. I love my brother with the space behind my eyes, the skin between my fingers, the ends of my hair, the crease in my neck. I love him wi
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173400
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stoplight - (haiku love series - #2)
eyes lock in a gaze
glimpses of my future spark
then you walk away
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173430
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He was dead when he tried to wake up.
“Wake up,” he yelled silently to himself, although it didn’t sound silent to his voice.
“Brr, brr, brr,” shouted his alarm clock as it glared two red fives, a colon and a seven
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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1734107
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She thrust her proboscis through seven layers of dermis and began to suck, filling her belly with his Welbutrin and Xanax infused blood.
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173466
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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173466
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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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1734106
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I see young girls in their white summer dresses and remember how I was like that, light youth that barely touched the ground. Screwing and unscrewing the lid of a salt shaker (sitting at a table.) Swinging a shoe off the tip of my toes. Rubbing a foot u
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They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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1733137
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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173366
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When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
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17332010
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The contrast can be summed up in a sip.
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173300
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Reining her small hands around the molded handle grips, her bottom bouncing athwart and wildly off the seat, Symphony wrenches her center of gravity inward, commandeering as much control from the road it would allow. With her breaks behaving as stubborn
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173372
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It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
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173312
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In his dreams, he swam in piles of pills. Sometimes the piles were infinite, other times the were contained, tonight the pills were intense shiny reds, chalky yellows, deep blues and matte purples and swirled around in a children's inflatable castle. Derek swam happily,…
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173372
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French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.
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173311
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“I will become a respected novelist!” proclaimed Billy.
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1733115
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A nun once told me to watch my tongue. This is not an easy thing to do.
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1733109
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"Lately I've been thinking a baby's the only way I might be able to hang on to you."
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173311
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{Chapter iv of Undermind} "What do you think of the light in our city at night?" It spreads out in every direction, following the hills and valleys of the city, visible into the far distance from the Penthouse party room on the 44th floor. "Gorgeous!…
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1733117
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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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The Marigold gloves are yellow (figures!) and medium, the apron ironed with a touch of starch added...
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Shannon refused to jump from the castle drawbridge to the gigantic truck tire sunk halfway down in the playground quicksand. He just stood there-arms folded across his chest, bony knees sticking out from beneath ratty cutoffs-in silence, looking to Rollie
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