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I am gonna pound you face through that plate glass protective door until everyone who needs help can get in without your judgy face looking at them.
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145998
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This is the parallel room I keep my heart in. Got a solo fireplace. I don't want to invite anything else into the story. It doesn't matter if no one knocks on the door ever again. I'm too shy to hope for much more than a couple of Interesting shadows…
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When it was time to leave, she lingered beside you,
bidding you to come again.
I flicked my cat, dog tail, indifferent.
She wanted to lick your cheek.
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145964
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Some people might find it strange and a bit obsessive to mow their lawn every day, but to Shiram it was an irreplaceable part of his daily existence.
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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145997
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the array of regularly spaced wavering human forms floating upright seems to extend endlessly in all directions.
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145873
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see this:/ ink-stained paper/ littering miles
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145893
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cymbals guy — another way of saying hey turdshitface haul your skinnyass to the front of the bus.
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145851
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“What about the other groups coming here?” I ask. “Were they asked what they wanted in these houses?” She turns and looks at me, like I've suddenly come onto her radar.
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1458138
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The human/
is less dependable than these pinpricks//
and the lunar cycle.
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In his head he thinks oh whatever when I wake this time I shall have a very fine discussion with Someone special, oh but finding meaning in anything nowadays that's Just too much rich flattery, isn't it, filthy mirror? Inside His head's…
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I like how you completely disappeared inside a undetermined and yet planned point of pretty view, like a rabbit with a chained pocket watch, like a stunned, frozen bird with a still burning bullet in its tinyfeathered brain. You could say that one…
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I dreamt I was spinning down the coast in a convertible. It was warm, and the top was down.
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145885
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What kind of person would she be remembered as if she died over night and someone looked in her freezer? She took out a package of bacon from the freezer that was dated 2009.
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145877
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They stand together in the doorway looking at the crib.
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The palm trees bent upon her passing stride
From fishnet stockings running up her hide;
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1458125
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Thistle and cracked corn were thrown to us each morning and the occasional live chicken...
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14581613
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I wrangle word juice
from the Oxford American, sighing at photographs of blues musicians with solemn lakes for eyes.
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145842
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the moon's got it out for
the far-sighted
punkish usuper supping
on the upswing of
a downward slope
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145842
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Renee said, "I have actually slept with a number of Captains of Industry and would rate them, overall, deficient in skills."
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145700
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Deployed to Afghanistan for more than half of his two-year marriage, Trent is coming home for the holidays. But which holiday, exactly? And will he make it?
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145764
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There were days in my youth when, through no fault of their own, my parents could not drive me the seven mile trip to my elementary school. When I got older they bought me a bike and that proved duly adequate as conveyance. But when I was six years in age
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145758
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Mama hung them everywhere. It started with just a few, in our apartment and outside on the brick. She made walls into windows.
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145754
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145753
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‘So what exactly did you decide?'It was two years later that Sato-san put the question to me. The two of us had been hiding for two bloody years, moving about in the marshes along the river, living off small, skimpy meals. We couldn't turn back to our unit, because Cesaru…
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Indeed, it was quite likely that no one in town had ever played either of these games. The townsfolk were not big fans of word games, though they did enjoy Whist and Canasta.
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He wore his hip in his hips, his lipsShe wanted to know if he would lick the edgesWhen he pulled the coffee cup from his mouthA bit of foam clung to his moustacheShe watched it there, wondering if he wouldTwirl it off with his fingersOr lick it, his tongue darting out like…
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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