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Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seekingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…
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My father was dating already. Her name was Shelly. She had a man-like body, buck teeth and red hair, a big forehead. I don't know what bog she climbed out of. She wanted to fill in for my mother, but I locked her out of my room. I just wanted to be sad and hold…
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I am not the wind./
I am a stone eroded by the wind
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181800
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The moon is now at the corner on pace for the horizon. On top of a tall business building in Downtown Newark stop a woman in a hood cloak.
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181822
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She thought of an animal checking a scent before mating, and imagined that he said to himself, “All I need is for this woman to be hitting on me.”
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1818188
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I told him he was just paying for his sins. He gave me a look. "Why me?" he asked.
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181896
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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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18181212
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
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181886
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Get something cheap and light at Target. Trash hell out of it. Encourage baby to urp up in it.
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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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181721
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A sturdy and goatish original by know-nothing punks from the sticks. Who cares if we were puny and smelled like fresh milk? For a few years we played and rocked, even turned the Appalachian soundscape a little brown at the edges. At least at first. Mainly
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery
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When she was nineteen, she began to brew a baby in her belly. She named it, and sang to it, and organized the leftover hand-me-downs that hadn't been worn ragged through by the first seven sets of recipients.
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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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You can’t start living in The Netherlands just like that; you need to be registered first. Once an official has confirmed you’re the person you claim to be, you can start in a job. Once an employer has confirmed you’re employed, you can apply for yo
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181700
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Walking to Colorado? He doesn't have that kind of time.
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Train 664 leaves Thirtieth Street Station bound for New York City at 10:55. Concurrently, Train 663 leaves the station, headed for Harrisburg. Both trains are, confusingly, called The Keystone.If Mark and I have tickets for Train 664 because we plan to…
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181600
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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18161813
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One must be drenched in words.
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181632
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He lit another reed - a new score orchestrating in his head - his thoughts swirling around the older man; there was something else going on here…
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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181672
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When the black cloth falls on you all food tastes like airline food. Every song sounds like Barry Manilow. Every poem sounds like Rod McKuen. It’s all just noise to you now.
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Walking home, carrying his guitar case, Jed felt the sums of his life adding up to dangerously high numbers, the deadly inertia of vaguely comfortable apathy swallowing his time. His moment would soon be fading. Because, like many young men before him, Jed…
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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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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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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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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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