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"...innocent butterflies of pollution
trapped and entangled,"
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151041
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I am reintroducing myself.
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15101716
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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15102311
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151093
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You looked like someone I didn't want to know. I guess that's why I got in the car that night. My penchant for self-destruction was aroused by your black nail polish and the lavender circles under your eyes. You looked like someone that could hurt me, yeah, that's why I got…
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15102012
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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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15101212
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I picked out a book to read on the airplane. The title was The Function of the Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich.
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151021
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They had a deal, she reminded him. If he didn’t want to wear a condom all the time, he’d have to help with her birth control.
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1510109
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Cinema Verite’ is the best book of poems I have encountered since Matthea Harvey’s Modern Life
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150910
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He first saw her stepping off a water taxi by the Long Docks in the rain at night, her right arm atrophied from some early childhood disease, dangling like an apology, her other holding a cigarette. Her wet black hair hung past her shoulders and her eyes
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150921
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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15091717
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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150941
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In mid dream, mid journey, there's a barrier we must cross, flat and vast like an ocean. We're told the barrier is a monster. To cross the barrier we must maim one of its eyes. There, rising to the surface is half a large…
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150900
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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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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But I had learned from ingesting Roberto’s glitter-eyed fear, it could make you never close enough, and then, never far enough away. And both at the same time.
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in a puddle of water, the butterfly rests on a stone
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1508125
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the memories return like they do every year at this time
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150800
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When we talked about the lasagna, we were, I see now, talking about different things. I.e., I was talking about lasagna, and you were talking about almost everything but. You weren't talking about the dry, burnt noodles or…
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150800
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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150800
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150820
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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150851
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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150842
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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150831
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Let us be stranded in the Andes and have to eat human flesh or at least toothpaste to survive! Let there be an earthquake! Let there be a flood! Let there be a tornado, a new ice age, an invasion from Mars. Only: let me survive.
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150831
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I’m secretly hoping for a huge bouquet, a fruit basket, a pickle jar of urine in a lunch bag on my doorstep, even.
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150796
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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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A figure left the building.
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