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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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“He's the one who took five tries to find your vein during your last blood draw, right?” This question spilled from the row of twenty EKG machines that now made up the hospital building's larynx
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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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I am a shadow. Cooler than liquid. I don't need a container to take shape.
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Your voice so soft / I wish it was touch.
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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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screw everything, youth is plinko
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She doesn’t answer. Ten minutes slide by unmolested in the anesthesia of cheap wine and resignation, the bouncers blurring and unblurring, the room dimming, quieting, the kaleidoscope of sundown giving way to the gentle sadness of candlelight.
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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1. there's nothing more to say about it and I don't want to be drawn2. beautiful she couldn't hear me anyway I was desperate and there were moths3. they'd replaced his head with a picture of the moon he looked4. none of them were speaking English more like a ticking a…
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Why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea?
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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Ripper the dog died after eating a Quarter which had lodged in Ripper's throat choking her to death. Steve Latino buried her in the backyard the next morning. He felt nothing…
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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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‘Just get out of bed,’ I reply. ‘It looks like the fairies have been at your head. You should turn your clothes inside out. Put out a biscuit. Ring a bell. Buy a rooster; or a recording of it crowing. It will keep the sprites at bay.
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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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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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When I got word from Mary Jo, she warned me that Mitchell Parkman was out looking for me with a butcher knife. I knew immediately what I had to do. I packed up my things and sold the Pepsi van and moved up to a room on Regent Street in Berkeley, all the w
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...something in her raw vulnerability and daring beauty drove these men wild...
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‘Do I still ‘respect’ you? Ha! - there’s a sweet old-fashioned phrase! I don’t know, maybe not so much ...
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“Hey honey. How are you?” The man sat down in the office chair, his cell phone pressed against his ear. Light peeked beneath the closed door from the main area of…
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Andalusia I. partners in sunset the hawk and I in ballet ..............................he:..........the small flame in the wind ..............................I:............the last tremor of grace the…
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I’ve done my part of the job in conservative clothing. Lonnie’s done her part looking like Dolly Parton.
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The day you came to the wedding the sky was so, so brightly July./ I saw my face where I left it the last time . . . .
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