1617 7 6
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“Now we lay you in your grave
There was no way you could be saved
You hate our lord Jesus and he can tell
Which is why you will burn in hell.”
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1617 12 6
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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1617 2 1
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She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
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1617 12 2
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There is nothing like your first time, and by that I am referring of course to the first time you purchased a 45.Going to a record store and buying a 45 is a uniquely Boomer experience. Because, alas, there are no more 45s. Or, for that matter, record stores. The…
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1617 0 0
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"One-upmanship" is a strategy for defeating an opponent somewhat unfairly without actually cheating.
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1617 0 0
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Over the stained fence the spectres flew and that is where the rain was turning colder and colder in the time when the trees had become mostly bare.
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1617 5 5
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It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
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1617 11 5
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“I’m tired, Art” The Virgin said. She was already curled up beside their dog,
Lance.
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1617 4 0
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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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1617 3 2
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Hope was beauty before I even knew what beauty was with her golden pigtails, brilliant blue eyes and an infectious smile — even after Jamie Delano flung his Frisbee, knocking out Hope’s two front teeth.
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1616 14 7
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like the dome of an immense lamp
like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe
like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide
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1616 5 3
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Little mercy, ten fingers, ten toes.
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1616 8 7
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1616 1 0
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“It is not your shoes the Americans complained about!” Roberto yelled, sitting behind his desk, cigar smoke curling around his purple face. “It is your UNDERWEAR!”
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1616 10 6
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Her smile dazzled me from across the room.
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1616 5 5
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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1616 0 0
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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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1616 6 6
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some days are
minotaur shit on your tongue/
smokestacks dumping acid rain on your already thinning hair
your eyelashes pinned in upside down, backward/you give wrong shaving directions to the mirror
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1616 2 2
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He just had to tell somebody. Anybody.
So he called up his publisher, L., who agreed to meet him at Oliveira’s for a drink. It only took about ten minutes to walk there from his big duplex in the Elmwood, where he was still living with his wife among
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The eyes, luminous and large-
each an infinite bright blue ocean
Wind ruffles feathers
My ego and vanity also/
encourage me not to wear a mask.
An aberration/
that general circumstances/
will remedy, and soon.
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1616 7 7
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They blew in the doorway of the café at the French Hotel like two sparrows chasing each other. Their wings down in the dust, unheeding any danger in their hunger for each other. I knew the man who was about to become her husband, so maybe this was her las
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1616 13 7
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Can we survive our Y chromosome?
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1616 2 0
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Summer nights in Boston, old cast iron streetlights.
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1616 4 1
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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1616 11 8
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He liked to take pictures of her, and she liked to pose. It made her horny, she said.
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1616 6 3
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The Assistant is lost again in a grid city. Again she feels disconnected from the world. Where she is the sound has been switched off.
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1615 1 1
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Background
foreground
life in the middle
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1615 4 3
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Except for the bathroom stalls—you know the one that goes “Here I sit all broken-hearted”—the only poetry in the house is composed by Hazel, recited to her fawning sycophants.
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1615 0 0
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“There goes that slut Kerri Stanton,” the immense woman behind the counter chuckled to her patron. “Who the hell does she think she is?”
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1615 7 7
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We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.
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