1659 23 11
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1659 18 14
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The bones are chilled now, past/
invigorations of the coming spring//
and its entanglements
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1659 4 3
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Out where they grow the miles
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1658 6 6
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Devoid of flesh and muscle,
Composed of bone and air.
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1658 15 6
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Now his daughter was an American citizen and Max wanted only the chance to board the SS Maua and disembark in New York.
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1658 5 2
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Does the stuff at the dollar store really work as well as the stuff at Calvin Klein?
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1658 8 0
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I remember the man well, though he didn't notice me.Even though a million tiny things happened to cause his hand to brush me away from his neck, he didn't notice. Much like the way his eyes bounced off women's bodies as he hurried down the sidewalk in his blue wool…
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1657 8 3
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"She began singing The Police song, 'Roxanne' in a falsetto voice, just like Sting."
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1657 4 1
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"Now, here daddy was on the back porch at night talking with some man about leaving."
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1657 17 11
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I knew a girl on Folly Island who took
showers in water so hot
her skin blushed pink rosettes.
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1657 15 8
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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1657 9 7
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I remember meeting you many years later.
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1657 0 0
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They had a vague idea of how lips were to be used. Lips that parted feverishly, lips that burned. Lips - old, but still amateur. It was no wonder, considering that 'boys from good families' would never dream of even looking at a woman, let alone kiss her!
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1656 7 6
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They broke both of Jimmy's shins. / Gambling debt just like in the movies
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1656 16 14
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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1656 8 6
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I think about the weight of those words—how they are silenced
by the weight of stone, by the weight of 11 years in a Jinzhou prison cell,
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1656 5 3
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"Bortne! Bortne! Shushort!" she exclaims, shooting her hands over her wobbly head in pleasure, causing it to again pop off. This time, it's a three story drop from a balcony.
Terrified, he yells "Sneeeeew nuuuu! Oh nee padoooo!"
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1656 4 1
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I am reintroducing myself.
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1656 0 0
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Tak Tuckerby was a racecar driver. He could drive a racecar fast and handle a racecar perfectly. Unfortunately, Tak could only drive in one direction.
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1656 9 5
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Now that I am dead, my god will fight your god...
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1656 0 0
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Some things you never forget, especially if they are repeated frequently. I cannot hear her voice saying those words, now, I have forgotten its timber, its pitch, but I remember the words.
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1656 5 2
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I am getting twisted like a cruller into the mess I have made of this morning and I am stretching the meaning of morning to way past its boundaries.
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1656 1 0
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I lie on the floor of the hut and for some reason I start to think about the Harvest Days carnival and that game where you have to toss a dime in a dish to win a stuffed animal. Next thing you know I’m a little tiny guy in there in that world of plates
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1656 5 3
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The porous bear the anchorite’s vial
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1656 1 2
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If it weren't for the different lengths of dock, I would think the river just goes past me. Maybe it does, and the banks move too. Orderly where the clouds are random. I have cormorants, passengers, and salmon. They catch each other. They make my crew money. When did my…
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1656 2 1
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Blood had soaked through his Converse All-Stars, and into his cotton sox. It was the smell of metal, of iron more specifically, that nudged his mind out from the fog of shock and denial, closer to the reality of his circumstances.
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1656 12 6
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It's 100 degrees in your tower/and that braid you're so proud of/is one hot ladder to nowhere.
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1656 2 1
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She pictured the President leaving the hospital a few days later, hobbling on a cane. Jackie beside him, Caroline and John-John dashing from a waiting limousine. He couldn’t die. She’d looked into his eyes. John F. Kennedy spoke to her.
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1655 2 0
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the smell of the small cedar chips burning in the fireplace
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1655 0 0
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The day I met Griffin Burns was the worst day of my adult life. However, it wasn't a series of unfortunate events, one mistake which followed an unlucky break which followed a bad situation; nothing …
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