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"Cooperation and sharing could eliminate poverty."
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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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1856106
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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185673
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The one thing my father told me that I want to believe is true . . .
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185621
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After only a few months’ practice I am able to dive deep within myself. Inhale. A millisecond stop and I am under the surface. I know there is something here within myself – some treasure that I have come to find.
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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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1856101
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Her preferred post-coital activity is to pant, to suck in air with urgent greed.
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18561811
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We can apprehend beauty only/
by framing it with the photographic/
paper’s edge or the novel’s margins/
and bookends.
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185687
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185512
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[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
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1855176
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Yankees call them daffodils.
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185531
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We learned to dance beneath a gazebo / in Spring Lake Park / We were fourteen
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1855127
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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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185577
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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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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18541413
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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1854108
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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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1854139
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neon carrots and atomic tangerines
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1854188
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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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185484
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I've been mostly positive since joining up with Sister Helen. My previous pessimism involved spiritual degeneration, moral decline and decay, weak and weary instincts. I clung to life, afraid to die. Then I read something by Nietzsche, I'm not sure where but, like a seed,…
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185410
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185354
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185320
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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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185398
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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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18531813
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One must be drenched in words.
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1853119
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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185322
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Hi, I'm Harmony Korine. I esteem douchebags.
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185396
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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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1853128
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He said his wife levitated.
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185322
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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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