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The next time I see you, I’m going to pretend you’re a stranger, and that I’m meeting you for the first time.
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16901914
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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169044
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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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16901611
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What a beautiful Thing / Urine is
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16901310
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Sin by Nonnie Augustine After my mother died, I met Aunt Shirley. I found her in dozens of snapshots piled in falling apart cardboard boxes we hauled down from the attic. Small girls, with huge bows bobby-pinned right on top of…
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1690107
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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16902011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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169086
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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169044
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It was like watching one of those vintage eighteen-frames-per-second films of someone trying to open a stuck umbrella.
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169074
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I don’t want to debate polemics while I’m sweaty and naked. I just want my hair cut.
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169000
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"So, what do you do for fun around here? I mean, other than each other?" Carlo's smirk broke into full-fledged laughter; Yuri feigned shock. Iris leaned forward and breathed into Bronte's ear: "We misbehave."
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169033
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Her body: normal as a body, a baby’s body: skin and eyes.
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169001
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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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16901513
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I asked the hospice nurse about maggots.
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168953
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For reasons he couldn't fathom, his motorcycle only moved in reverse. He engaged the engine and lurched backward hard. He called a friend, a gear-head with perpetually dirty nails, asked him to look it over.
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1689106
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If you're a Boomer, your brain is teaming with decades-old Pop tunes that you just can't forget. The real reason you can never remember where you put your keys? Too many of your brain cells are clinging to every last lyric to “Fire and Rain,” “Free…
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168941
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The strawberries remind me of you,Fat and fleshy,Pimple-dimpled.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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168900
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For you –
because you deserve more effort
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168970
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[TURN-ONS: willingness. TURN-OFFS: rejection.]
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168986
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Our afterlife depends upon//
what interesting shape
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168832
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... and the train pulls up and my shadow from yesterday steps off, and I'm standing on one leg balancing just like the weather between winter and spring, I hear a siren and my heart races, I'm about to step aboard when I hear footsteps behind me and two hands cover my eyes…
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168800
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Alysia raised the staff over the huddle and together everyone created a barrier. The wind blew past them and the grey mist surrounded them.
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16881911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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168874
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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168810
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Albert Einstein was probably the genius of our age. Joe Biden is a close second, yet Einstein not only had better hair but a keener knack to think of things that no one else could, or would, or would ever want to, since if they did, their brain would shockingly combust in a…
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168843
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I can hear the echoes clearly. They are distinct and crisp, almost as though they're all on exact trajectories to me from their final bounce, without any interference. Each sound, while unintelligible, seems to fit perfectly and expectantly into my ears
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16882312
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We know them just enough/
to recognize them when we find them.
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168800
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I had enough judgment, anger and vengefulness from the people around me in the steel town of Pueblo, Colorado, where I was growing up. I didn’t need more from my God.
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1688126
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Every morning, Wilma's husband Richard would cross the street and visit with a neighbor, always after the neighbor's husband left for work. Wilma was a loner, never bothered with neighbors. She enjoyed sitting on her patio in her lounge chair,…
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168833
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eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
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