1659 7 7
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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165988
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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165922
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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165900
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165920
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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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165900
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I'm subconsciously a sucker for guys who are no good for my
self-esteem. Or waistline.
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165942
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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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165861
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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1658125
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the memories return like they do every year at this time
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1658109
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Polylinguists lash me
with tongues I cannot conjugate
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165812
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An yet we are all inmates...
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165800
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"You've fallen out of love with me, is that it? That you'll leave me for another girl, who has bigger boobs and fucks you better than I do."
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165864
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"...innocent butterflies of pollution
trapped and entangled,"
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16581811
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For a few/
vivid weeks, deciduous shrubs and trees/
will seem to glow like flames and embers
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1658138
|
She bought a dog with short legs to make her own legs look longer.
|
165877
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The whole thing is broken. It's like an egg. I'm not saying this to get you to say something else in the sunny opposite direction of the tattooed scar upon my painted backyard scene. I don't really care. It's only on me. Not on you. I'm glad as…
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1658104
|
I do this when I think of you. Today we took the first steps towards you're never here.
|
1658134
|
Jane says to Roy, “What are you doing, Roy?”“Fuck off, Jane, I'm reading,” says Roy.“Well you could have just said so.”“I did.”“I mean just without—”“Yeah, well fuck off anyway.”“I've had…
|
1658137
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Can we survive our Y chromosome?
|
1658105
|
moonbeams unrecognized language
steadies my course
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165833
|
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165854
|
Bill decided he hated his neighbors on a Sunday morning in June.
|
165700
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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.
|
165733
|
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1657126
|
"Every generation is a new generation, isn't it? What's so different about your generation?"
|
165745
|
Paulette lived on the east side on Paulette Avenue. Mama dropped me off when we wanted to play Barbies. Her neighborhood was a little green lily pad in a swamp of blight and disrepair. A ghetto moat ringed around those three fancy blocks like a first line of defense,…
|
165753
|
All I wanted to know was: Am I coming close? You could have given me a clue. How was I to know how deep the scar ran? I always thought scars were superficial, but I was young, and willing – what did I know?
What would they have done if they had come
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16572111
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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
|
165753
|
She worked the research desk. Like most ladies before computers and cell-phones she lead a quiet conservative life. She wore dresses, spent time with family and friends...Emma also had been stricken as a child
|
165722
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Past the pavilion, past the factory, past the underside of the bridge where the surfers jimmy their sloppy fingers over the oil barrels.
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