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I can't find my way back to the library. I've heard of this happening, that if you leave even for just one day and for a very good reason, as good a reason as mine, you may not find your way back. Now why should this be so? I do not understand this library. It houses…
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119611
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A famous author and an inspired writer meet at a coffee shop, both looking for inspiration. The patrons there don’t know if this meeting is by accident or design, but they are in awe of Fame.
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119600
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The tiger-eye beads around her neck would wink at me like a nervous uncle sharing a secret with a child. They roll on her sternum like marbles. At night, on her nightstand, they whisper my secret to the patchouli-scented room. How long have they known?
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119644
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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119655
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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119600
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Beautiful,
a country left abandoned by the parade path.
The soldiers that typically occupy this place,
temporarily removed to neighboring lands;
congregating together,
backs to the native.
I benefit from the accidental diversion.
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119641
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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119642
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He stands straighter and walks toward the phone in the back, near the bathrooms. His wet sock slaps loudly against the tile floor. The buzz of conversation dims to whispers, barely audible above the roar of the espresso machine.
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119665
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Resting bitch face strikes again.
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119610
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Desire stirred into the liquid reveals
Cold ice smoking colder,
As you pipet these channels of my heart.
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119666
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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119652
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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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1196108
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Unreasonable anger, Each hour prescribed
The house haunted
with good intentions,
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119621
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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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119653
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This is my secret source of income, you see....
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119621
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Now you are a raving bare-forked fool madman with nothing.
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119611
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On that balcony, on every other day, she practised her other, more worldly religion - gardening, specifically sunflowers.
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119600
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I’m twenty eight years old, and I am dying.
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119686
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WANTED: a Muse.
Former Special Forces solider turned poet seeking artistic inspiration. Brunettes preferred but blondes will not be turned away; gingers, however, are out of the question. Must have a voice that sounds like money, a self-destructive tem
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119663
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SapphicsSlumber comes too late to scare awakening; I know, before, there was a life to bind me. I cross the streets instead and watch the rainfall Murmur without ears. It can know no sound but seems…
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119611
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Set your three-word story in prison.
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119685
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collars of obedience /
discarded in the pyre /
with draft cards and bras
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119500
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Mayumi could see as far as her eyes could, all the buildings hugged by the trees. Roads stretching outward as if reaching for something far away.
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119588
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119555
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F.B.I. then or: "I said later 'for a boob job' and imagined her, a public lawyer, wandering Arizona on foot unable to hide a Playboy-Mansion style rack."
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119542
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Anatoly Gringovitch was listening to the dress rehearsal of Hausenstockmann’s Constellations at Auditorium Rainier III in Monte Carlo.
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119533
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You compare the brightly-colored wires sprouting from the bandage wrapped around your stepson's head to a bouquet of flowers. The tech sits in a chair next to Brett's hospital bed and holds up line drawings of common objects: cats, boats, skyscrapers,…
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119576
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Marie was on the roof. The deck, with its cool concrete pavers and faded cedar Adirondack chairs, was one of the reasons she and Harold had bought their condo in this building. The only ugly part of the roof was the chain-link fence along its edge; soon after they moved…
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The buds were red--it seemed they were dying at the beginning. I had no idea what fall would be--bright fish composing on Beethoven Street.
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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