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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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165922
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So it's me and two other girls...
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165940
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Holy shit, man, look at that!” Mike's pimply face melts into drooling bliss. His dad had stopped in this whacko town on the way to our campsite, muttered something about angry lesbians, and disappeared. Rick and I follow Mike's dumbstruck gaze to a shop…
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1659217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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165932
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He asked me if I was going to buy Valentine's for the office this year, and I shook my head. We were in the dollar store, February 13, and I could get a box of twenty kids' Valentines with last year's favourite cartoon…
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1659139
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We mourn/
in perpetuity and are inured
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165844
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A tough enough signal to read under the best of meteoric circumstances, this is one maybe I'll keep on thinking about. I might be able to make something everlasting out of this crazy shamble for love after all. I no longer…
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165876
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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165864
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Zinvushka Zokolovskaya and I first met at the local botanical garden.
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165832
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He pours both of us another drink and I take a gulp, even though it seems to be half vodka. My body slows, the alcohol confusing my nervous system. I rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t reach out to me. I wonder if this makes me the aggressor, but, a
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165821
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Tell them words are math counting forever four letters of truth
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165810
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"My tits, " she instructed "aren't for public consumption".Everything was actually muffled and my ears began to bleed because of how progressively louder the thumping was in the center of my chest. Stacy decided to emphasize her point of disliking the objectification…
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165820
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I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
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165855
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if it were a child/ it would be in first grade this year
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16581110
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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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1658107
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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165821
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165852
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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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165833
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Her body: normal as a body, a baby’s body: skin and eyes.
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165801
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This time, he didn’t admire the fish for very long. He was close to shore and tossed it up on the rocks. Before the fish could flop its way back to the water, Quentin lobbed a broad stone at its head.
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1658104
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Come, bring your sadness
to the precipice of my body,
bury it within me like a tool
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165844
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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16572112
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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/
and finger the keyboard
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16571914
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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165732
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She never saw me pull the wings off live flies or throw wood lice in the fire just to see them shrivel, drown a beetle in a stream of warm pee.
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1657168
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Lou Reed was sitting in CBGB,
I was sitting on Greenwich Ave. and West 10th street.
I didn't know him then and I didn't know him later either,
but we were both there.
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16572312
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We know them just enough/
to recognize them when we find them.
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165700
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Their faces covered in shadow, smiles so relaxing, a tall woman approached her, gently rubbing her face. Her lips moved with no sound, but Sora subconsciously understood what she said.
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165783
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"I would like my pictures to look as if a human being had passed between them, like a snail, leaving a trail of the human presence, memory trace of past events, as the snail leaves its slime." Francis bacon “Feminine …
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16571711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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