1820 7 6
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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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181932
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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181932
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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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181900
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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1819188
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181955
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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1819129
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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181998
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This is the parallel room I keep my heart in. Got a solo fireplace. I don't want to invite anything else into the story. It doesn't matter if no one knocks on the door ever again. I'm too shy to hope for much more than a couple of Interesting shadows…
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181921
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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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18191110
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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181963
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Suds, like gossamer bandages at her wrists, concealed the turbulence below but could not relieve it.
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181877
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181800
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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181862
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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181820
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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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18181311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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181884
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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1818134
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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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1818106
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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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1818117
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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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181832
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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181843
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Viewed correctly, nature is an inexhaustible storehouse of clichés. A successful landscape is their pleasing rearrangement.
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181842
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God's honest truth, I wake up every morning when my clock punches out its dulcet, insistent clangs, a setting called Ultra Zen Up & Out. I brush my teeth with a blue dollar store toothbrush and watch one of the five morning TV shows designed to let me know the weather…
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1818128
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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181866
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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181874
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181820
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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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181732
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A married woman requests a butterfly tattoo that won't please her husband from an old tattoo artist.
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181722
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John was sitting at his computer one night after work, when he read an article linked to him by a friend.
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181732
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Jesus was a cancer survivor and possibly a super nova.He ran with the Wolves of night time, with the women of the paleolithic era and hunted for meat when the blood didn't drip to their feet and create veritable red shoes like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.I am no longer in…
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