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Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
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"the rum tasted of hibiscus blossoms"
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Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
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On the television, a round woman sits amongst the mannequins. She wears a headband. She describes some awesome jewelry.
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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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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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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of any cautionary tale is somewhere found rolling around in your own sweet voice for me. Your sound's still listing there inside my wobbly head. My head is too often in my open hands, grinning behind its face-mask like a parade on…
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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Children, afraid of dogs cried. There was uproar of melee. Children strained at their leashes to get away.
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I watch from the cabin window the death of the sun, hear the howl of the new-born storm.
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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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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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There are things we must not say.
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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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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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Do not listen to Christmas music out of season. Unless of course you want to ruin Christmas music. Forever.
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Track One Johnny Burkemeister, lead vocals and flutist of the band Albatross Antics, sits on his bed thinking in silence. His elbow rests on his knee, and his palm on his forehead with his fingers running through his dirty-blonde hair. He is staring at a copy of Paste…
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In the dark, alone after she was gone, he would whisper her name into his pillow and fight the tears more out of shear exhaustion than anything else. He had mourned for her even before she had passed, as he watched helpless while the disease marched slowly and…
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Cammie Richard's house was just like all the others in Wilchester. The exterior was vaguely reminiscent of the Dutch style; gray stone with cross beams of dark wood, with two stories and a bay window. Her yard was fertilizer green, with a giant STRATFORD FOOTBALL…
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“Excuse me–where are the pig’s feet?”
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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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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“Can I feel it?” he reached his hands out immediately, expecting I’d say yes. I am the type to always say yes, right?
“Sure.” I confirmed, swallowing back my fear of his touch. He didn’t seem himself, like this. I led his hands to my hips and let them
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