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Four nights out of sevenI will lay with youFour nights out of sevenIt's the best I can do In the day, we will bake our breadAt night, ha, we will break our bed!Four nights out of seven, I will be with you
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1321129
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132098
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... black holes suck in matter and supernovas explode.
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13201812
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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1320119
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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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13202011
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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13201110
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When her husband left she was not yet thirty
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132076
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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13201513
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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1320106
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I had a meeting with the editor of a well-known magazine. She said, “I think your paradigm got stuck up your monomyth.” “Oh dear. Is that bad?” “Bad? You want to be a writer, don't you?” “Well, I did. I'm not so sure now.…
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132076
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She crossed the room to a tub in the center, the great woman with flowing locks of bronze, turning the taps until a heatless white became warm enough to bathe in. She added soap of some kind and the light became the bubbles,…
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1320117
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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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13201414
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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132000
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The old mage said nothing. She did not even return the complement. All she had was disgust in her eyes as she looked at the grown men and women. To her they had no hearts.
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13201311
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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132062
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The figure was covered in a light blue chenille bathrobe, splayed out on her back on the floor by the glass door, her hair done up in large curlers, a slipper lying askew by her left foot. Richie crouched near the face and the rancid flame of bourbon lea
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132000
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Every time Hector left his home he wondered if it was for the last time. It was Monday at 2:45, so he was standing in the bedroom near the tall mirror, staring into his dark eyes. In the past, she would lovingly help him dress with her tiny, perfect fingers. She…
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1320104
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Jasmine as skeined skins… of liquid hers, by willow courts, the lychee's water wains: as apple-moats flush fawn in russet light, through cherry floats, the leopard-dots of dawn. Branch to branchlet green …
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132042
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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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131961
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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131983
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"She began singing The Police song, 'Roxanne' in a falsetto voice, just like Sting."
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131933
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131910
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The way I felt was as though you were, every day, making the conscious and deliberate decision not to be with me, not to share your life with me—and not to share my life, that you were choosing not someone else, but something else.
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131986
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The Ocean used to be ours. When the stars were still fire and they were the only light burning though the dim, hazy nights, the ocean was ours. Before the smog, and the lights that were carried by the men who rose from the sea, the ocean was ours. We…
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131974
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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13191611
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I sit down next to a youngster on the couch. “Would you like to see?” she asks. “See what?” I reply....
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13192314
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She'd have to be careful, but couldn't you just see it?
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131976
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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131996
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Can I still be in your pictures?
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131921
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A sturdy and goatish original by know-nothing punks from the sticks. Who cares if we were puny and smelled like fresh milk? For a few years we played and rocked, even turned the Appalachian soundscape a little brown at the edges. At least at first. Mainly
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