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But those burning red numbers persist in my mind
and I can't rest 'till they're gone
They always come back
Like the cat in that childhood song.
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185755
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Vandalina embarked on her career of serious dramatic roles to widespread acclaim, her depth of feeling and potency of delivery winning her thunderous ovations and gushing reviews . . .
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We are moments away from the end, and it feels like it.
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Maddy knew how to make a sauce. It embraced the meat in a thick, buttery ooze.
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Lean closer, she smiles, smell my perfume let yourself be taken to a wild forest where owls grow and trees fly.
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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In all the years we lived here we never had any issues from the power towers behind our house, other than them being slightly unsightly. I didn't even notice them when we would socialize out back, especially when drinking. When it rains you can sometimes
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185654
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But no matter how we died, we all end up here, in the Meadowlark Children's Cemetery.
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185631
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We learned to dance beneath a gazebo / in Spring Lake Park / We were fourteen
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1856106
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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1856127
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as i sink down into the
shadows crawling like a worm
past cold bricks
centuries old in my blood
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1856108
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When I stumbled upon evidence that the man I'd loved and trusted for 20 years had a secret girlfriend for the past 10 of those years, he tried to deny it.“We never had sex!” he told me. And I believed him. For about two minutes.“You never…
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Gather 'round children, For it's high time to tell, The story of a strange man With a horrible, awful smell. For this is a story More disgusting than most. This is the gruesome tale Of Gary Von Gross. With a house made…
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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185612
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It distresses me that you will never lust after me /
the way you did for that girl /
who had her hands around your belt
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She’s there, in a tin, loosely wound
beneath sepia tissue paper, a braid
to worry in your fingers.
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1856101
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Her preferred post-coital activity is to pant, to suck in air with urgent greed.
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185664
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Kai,
Oh the mathematics of solitude. I wish your father there. I read your wanting subtracted between the lines. He is almost gone. Hallucinates, not awake even though eyes are open. Yesterday he saw the baby brother you never met. I light four ultramarine…
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[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
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We've come this far. That's all we know. We've watched others reach their abrupt ends. They've given us this exact moment and we've taken it from them, sometimes without thinking. It's time for the next communication. I know what concern is…
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185522
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My therapist told me I have post traumatic stress disorder My uncle had that He fought in the war I guess I fought in my own kind Not between countries Between children and father Between husband and wife Between addiction and sobriety When my father got…
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185597
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When I first arrived/footling-breeched/you two were there/ahead of me.
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185500
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Photographs can create, both good and bad. They can create a way to make a living, but they can also create opportunities for black mail, divorce settlements and most of all they can create power.
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185411
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The muster zone was south of U.S. 119, off the Halleck Road. The search began on a large parcel, some 75 acres of farmland, property of one Mr. Shakelford. Shakelford had allowed the earth to go wild; brush, thistle and small…
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I love reading about myself. There's nothing more gratifying than seeing my name in the paper, knowing so many people are interested in who I am and what I do.
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One must be drenched in words.
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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