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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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Her skin is muddy earth/
I'd gladly play in.
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When i close my eyesI see the faces of the deadI hear their voices The things they said, their laughter The ones i thought would live forever!! Something got them though: the ones who lived fastIt was a drug, some bullets, a disease I thought they would live forever!!Those…
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There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the
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Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra.
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To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
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Where we live, at the edge of the foothills at the east edge of town, fire is always a worry during the summer, and this has been an exceptionally dry year.
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Leonard didn't know that cute girl well, hardly at all, but he really wanted to. She was his first real crush in Junior High. He got his chance and talked to her some one day while they were walking down the hall between classes. She actually spoke to him first. The bell…
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The world is full of dead dogs
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She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.
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In San Francisco, there rides at night a phantom streetcar whose driver is none other than Walt Whitman . . .
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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My swinging purse sent saucers tinkling to the tile and the copper-headed waitress flew over, swooping on the shatter, clutching clean forks like a handful of flowers.
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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that is a fair description of our family if I add the disclaimer that the girls are whores and we don’t have much in common.
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She said he was missing the whole point: it was a decoration, not an actual pillow. You were supposed to place it somewhere artful.
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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.
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Time to pull in the shining teeth, but it makes me so sad, you know I'd rather be holding hands. The others have told me, don't hold back, hit them with every white knuckle, and let them bleed out, I'd rather be kissing your face. It hurts,…
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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Because if they’re wavering, it's about the coin, always about the coin.
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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The tiles begin inching toward him as soon as he moves. You've seen filings on glass. He's the magnet on the underside.
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