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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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183076
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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behind the curtainof a ballsy fragilitythere lives an easethat was not easythere exists a gracethat is not always gracefulbeauty can maskcheekbones that sometimes look sadwhen they are smilingeven grin determinationneeds downtimethe prize is still thereeven if the eyes…
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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183096
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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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183032
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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183000
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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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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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183010
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I know this is going to sound crazy, possibly because it is crazy, but still, please hear me out. I'm a relatively sane person. Sane as any of you, or I was. Just, what I'm saying is that anything that happened to me could happen to you, and you might do the same things I…
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183076
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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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183097
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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.
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Often I eat lunch at the hospital. The cafeteria may be the best place to eat in town.
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The bearded old man, raised his weary body from the bedroll he had slept on last night and slowly stood up. Bones creaked as he worked the stiffness out of his joints, the pain and memory of endless days and nights riding the…
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182932
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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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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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182996
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I cannot begin to list all the ways this conversation can go downhill from here, so I hang up the phone quietly.
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Her purse still hangs on the knob by the door, and seeing it is all that keeps Josh from freaking out because he knows she can’t go too far or too long without her purse.
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182885
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I'll never be a Republican Megadonor or a Doomed Aviatrix. But I'm okay with that.
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182862
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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18281715
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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1828137
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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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Most everything is white because white means clean and hospitals are supposed to be clean. They wouldn’t let me leave.
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182800
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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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182811
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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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182823
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But the boy next door is worse than a dweeb; he's a prima donna and a bully and a little shit to boot. The divorce will only make him more.
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