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It's blues, bars and boots since you went away. You were wiferustled like sheep, like cattle.
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17211414
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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1721173
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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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172191
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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17212212
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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17211615
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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1720137
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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17201512
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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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17201110
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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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172000
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172043
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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172074
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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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17201411
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172053
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It's a pretty strange feeling when you think you're about to bite into some ice cream and instead it's gazpacho.
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17201911
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Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…
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17191311
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The hair on my arms have greyed, or so that's how it looks to me. It's been 12 years since we last spoke. I think I haven't aged too well. I bought a rocking chair.
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17191714
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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171921
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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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1719108
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Because if they’re wavering, it's about the coin, always about the coin.
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17191819
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171933
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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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17191312
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171942
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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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1718108
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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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171866
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When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
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17182417
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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171820
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Just thinking aloud, really. And by aloud, I mean typing for someone to read haha.
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17181910
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A constellation appears in the shape of Van Gogh’s missing ear.
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171811
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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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171800
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"What the hell does profligate mean?!" He shouted.
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