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That led to the first aid box on the bed at 3 in the morning, but what about those veggies?
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How could you run from me now?
The loneliest child in the house
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I paused in case she said more. Then, “He’s very faint but he wants to talk.”
She leaned forward, chin almost resting on the grey-haired woman in front of her. “Tell him to shout.”
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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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Here are a few tips/instructions to help you out (though I'm sure you'll do just fine by yourself!):Getting to the Apt.:If you're coming from Riverside, you'll want to turn onto Magnolia. So, if you're coming from north to south on Riverside, that means you'll want to turn…
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There are things we must not say.
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and i'm almost out of cigarettes,
and fireworks and sorority girls
scream
from down the street.
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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Being awake for the sunrise, that is the good planfor writing poemsand listening to enginesbirdsand bus stop silence.Now, I'm going to smokeout back on my roof porchfrom this atticapartmentin this desert land of big-titted blondesand listen to stadium fansrage…
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I think fat will just appear, like a narcotics cop at my door, or something.
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neon carrots and atomic tangerines
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He awoke with a start. This was not the first time he did so. He couldn't afford these occasional bouts of sleep. And certainly not in the land of the Tsantsa hunters.
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Normally I would have never drank such a wine, but it was late on a Friday evening and the bottle was on the house...
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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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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I've heard of sucessful marriages where there's very little sex.
My heart aches for that kind of love.
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Christmas Eve arrives with a relief that the season of joy will soon be over so I can feel the pain I am denying myself. Rosie presses her face against the kitchen window, leaving ghostlike impressions of the tip of her nose and her lips on the glass tha
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Her ghost/kept coming back/to Hamlet
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Learned & wealthy but slowly going mad
from seeing, he did the only thing he could/he turned to love
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again today, as it was yesterday and may have been before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful…
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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His mouth went dry, but he managed to say, coolly, “Just how would you like me to do that, Sandra?”
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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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War came home tonight. We weep and hug, while he stares over our shoulders, like the statue we'll make of him. We pour a drink for his shaky hands, wheel him past his friends the dead, and lie to each other about other, far off places as if we knew.
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They're bound to wonder what sort of offspring we'll hatch. We've done the tests, we are cross-fertile.
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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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Julie and I had been dating for almost a year when she slipped her vagina under my door on her way to work.
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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