1908 4 1
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fated and cruel, a person I don't love
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1908104
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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...
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190842
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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190700
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The girl who was me stands in a sandbox with upraised arms, honey hair tied with olive yarn in two ponytails. She says nothing, but wants me to pick her up.
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190700
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One day me an' Elvis was down at the riverbank with Huckleberry, chasin' darters an' watchin' barges go by. It was a lazy day bein' a Sunday an' all. We had jest got back from Church an' Mami told me to change my clothes so's that I didn't get my Sunday
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190774
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Then daylight's lovely lantern/
Dressed in yellow white/
cleanness/
Danced a ballet towards/
Her majesty’s park bench/
She did! She sat on you!
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190798
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“No one ever notices everything: but sometimes it happens, when no one is noticing everything, everyone misses the same thing in the same moment . . ."
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190799
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They sat before the fire and played cribbage. He was a good player, but not as good as she was.
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190723
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190741
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“He spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze, and now Jimmy Buffet is dead.” —Brian Williams, NBC Nightly News “Jimmy Buffet—beloved parrot-head singer-songwriter—has given up his search for that lost shaker of salt. He…
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190666
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When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
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1906124
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There was a children’s lit theme running through the party. Aside from Annemarie’s costume, there was a Harry Potter, a Pinocchio, and a Grinch.
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190675
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skies electric blue,/limpid dewy air, the world/framed by a small farm.
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19061812
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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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190640
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I hadn't yet assembled enough pieces of Italian to explain any of this, but it was hardly necessary. The fact that I was a scrittore in a language foreign to her seemed to make me especially fascinating...
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1906205
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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190612
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190500
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Darrell looked at me, then down at himself. He was still in his wet underwear. "What is this?" he said, looking up again. "Where in the hell was I?" He shook his head. "It was weird, Philip. Boy, that was one wild dream."
"That was no d
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190500
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—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
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190554
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Jerrod's lips and tongue were like slabs of bologna someone shook in Kirsten’s face as she hit the turn signal.
Kirsten was proud of herself. She'd been taking it well and she was pretty sure her real feelings weren’t poking through.
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19051310
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the ugliness will not be denied
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190500
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The wind rushed by her and she heard the faint sound of barking. And then she knew why she was coming. And she ran.
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19051212
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Your soap on the shelf in the shower
melts with my every hair wash
and I'll miss it the way I should have missed you.
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190565
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This is Jorge. He was a good little monkey. And always curious.Like the time he and his friend, the man in the amarillo sombrero, had to fly to Japan. *Jorge sat by the window. Watched the ground get further away. Until they were above the clouds. He looked out…
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190500
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“You have run for your life, Astylos, and won. All Hellenes share in your victory.” The crowd bellowed and thundered as an attendant tied purple ribbons around the winner’s forehead, arms and legs. These would mark him as a victor for the remaining days o
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190500
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His mouth smiled but his icy eyes did not. "You like it?," he asked with a thin deflated voice. "Old family recipe. Enjoy."
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190531
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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190530
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the white moon is dangling
by a thread tonight
you close your eyes
and listen to it undress
and suppress, suppress
you listen to it undress
while you yourself hang lifeless
in your own arms
not meaning to do yourself any
harm, not
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1904106
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Now that I no longer sleep to see you,
propelled by this motion that is not magic
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190466
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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
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