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Crimson dawn cloaks the starlit night,devoured flesh canvassed fright.Memories flash,as moment’s lapse.Feelings trapped,my love gasped.
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151083
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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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1510106
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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151000
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The sound of the crowd’s excitement, their smiles, and laughter started to turn Mayumi’s thoughts about life in the Magi world.
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151064
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"...innocent butterflies of pollution
trapped and entangled,"
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151032
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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15101312
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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151021
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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1510124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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15101512
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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151093
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“You have no idea what your lives will be like if you can get out of the ‘hood. You could be driving Volvos, eating Tuscan cuisine, getting MacArthur ‘genius’ grants!”
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151021
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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150954
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Everyone hoped to be assigned somewhere they could just drop in on their way home for Memorial Day weekend. Someone said, Blake, you’re single. You hate your family, don’t you?
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150965
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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150943
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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15091920
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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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150911
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1. The sparrows' heads revolve slowly when you press the red button, but the boxing glove attachments don't work.2. A weird weaving of voices, unmusical harmony. One phrase punctures the texture: “The empty slot.”3. Poems are processed into more useful verbal…
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150954
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Time has wings. They are bright and beautiful, like those of a butterfly. They are delicate wings, and they carry the years away from my decaying mind. I would break those wings if I could, for tomorrow I turn seventy-three, and I grow weary of their ince
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1509128
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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150922
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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150910
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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15091711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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15092012
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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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150940
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“Well, aren’t you the cutest thing?”
Shelly looked around for the source of the line and one of the better looking bar flies met her gaze. He wore a faded t-shirt with a swoosh graphic that read ‘Just Do Me‘. True to its mystical nature, her indefatigabl
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150820
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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150862
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Eddie meets Sarah Packard, a “college girl” played by Piper Laurie. She walks with a limp, a fact Eddie doesn’t notice at first because she’s sitting down at a diner table in a bus station. She’s alcoholic and writes poetry.
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150821
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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15081717
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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1508167
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Nothing about it//
is attractive- its color, it’s design,/
it’s market value. I leave it be and watch
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