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They could have heard a pin drop in the car for the rest of the ride to her house, where she looked at him one last time and found nothing admirable, nothing memorable about him.
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I write to make visible my small/
assertions against impermanence.
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Try it with and without/
middle name or middle initial.//
Try different keywords.
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167484
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Your voice so soft / I wish it was touch.
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"Every single thing ... " Hunk Hokum pronounced from the stage, flexing his muscles and prancing around in his red pseudo-loincloth, "has been totally scripted ... and ... every action ... has been ... preplanned-out ... in advance!"
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The pear is a bruise. Feels like desperation in the light, it looks soft and blue. She wants to touch it and doesn’t want to. How the blood gathers under the blue and the body grows tender. Swells. Slowly.
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Ben tossed the newspaper aside, muttering. Carol, curled up on the sofa, peered past the glasses at the tip of her nose and past the crossword puzzle.
"What?"
"The Brits wanted to fight rather than be taken hostage. They had an escort boat ridin
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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167410
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A powerful song is often a result of imaginative storytelling through a unique “voice” and pitch-perfect musicality.
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16742015
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The boys drank in one room. The girls in another. Always the same, no matter the letters.
Greek Letters.
Shabby sofa on the burnt-out lawn.
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167497
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God's real name is Frank, and he stops by all the time. He tries to dump that cheap Xmas candy on us.
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167462
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cotton balls in your ears do not deafen you to the rocking of your mother's bed...as she and the new uncle set forth on the turbulent sea of their maiden voyage.
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The clacking ventilator reminds me of ice cubes rattling in your highball...
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Often I eat lunch at the hospital. The cafeteria may be the best place to eat in town.
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He hung up and I sang some whiney lyric about wanting him back. You know the songs that say the same shit: I’m an idiot. Love me anyway. I’m Velcro with nothing to stick to and you’re a nappy surface that gives me a reason to exist.
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Sarge had done this before. Not with this many rookies and not on a one-way trip. This was a suicide mission. The boys didn't know it, but he did. They weren't coming back. Hell, they couldn't come back
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Bitch My brother is the only person who dared to slaughter a bitch and its five puppies. It is sickening to write this story. Sickening to read it. This happened on Sunday night when the muezzin called for the prayer. The puppies were…
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1673123
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FOR SALE. One prom dress, never worn. Size 18.
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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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‘They will follow, but we have to go now’
‘Wait , I can see something familiar...’
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In the dream Yesler rolled, a broad avenue made of fine yellow dust, from Third down toward Second, and I made my way in the silence and bright morning air. To my left on the corner of Second stood the old Mocambo cafe and lounge, home to drag…
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167321
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What do you do when someone’s in love and you know it’s wrong?
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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Scales were installed on station platforms. Those who were overweight were turned away
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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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I am a shadow. Cooler than liquid. I don't need a container to take shape.
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This morning I heard her downstairs trying to get away silently. I knew she would write a short goodbye note. I knew it would tell me her reason for leaving —she had to be free of my indifference. I dressed, finished my coffee, backed out of the driveway and went to…
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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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