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16001811
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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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160011
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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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1600127
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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1600128
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160062
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Sometimes one person's shelter is another person's storm.
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160064
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It's that day in July when you feel really bummed because you can't find your favorite white sleeveless shirt that you wear on the hottest days of the yea
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159900
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The sound built up, louder and louder causing birds and insects to fly into the air. Then it stopped.
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159986
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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159931
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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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159997
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awfully evil decisions upstairs in your head that could come back to haunt you in your later years;I'm here to report your zooming about hair isn't really one of them. You have found the infernal wheel works in all four directions at once. Good for you.…
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159912
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An yet we are all inmates...
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159942
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How hard it is to pretend to be someone else. Alone, together, in the silence... I thought about how you must really like me to act quite like that. I wanted to hold your hand and read the unsent love letters.
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1599125
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I walked along the beach today, and there I saw them all; including the latest lost: little Tiven, Tommy, Michaela & my Paul. Grandma painted at her easel, set upon the dune. Uncle Eddie bent in half, laughing like a loon, Oliver growled…
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1599118
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None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
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159986
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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159975
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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159900
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In order to be a catalyst for catharsis — which is just a fancy way of saying agent of change — you have to be willing to condition yourself into something partially inhuman. Only something on the very outskirts of humanity…
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1599118
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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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159888
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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159874
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I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop to make a cookie,
whole, so I can relax a little
and throw out the self help books
about how I'm not right in
the motherfucking head,
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159800
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I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
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15981311
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I stomped up the steps clearing my shoes of snow. I was wearing my Rooskie fur hat with the ear flaps, and I kept it on when I went inside.
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159842
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Although badly educated, and although the Michoacána fought to deny it, she held the complex notion that borders are not abrupt lines, simple artifacts of geography and cartography.
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159800
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“Do we really want to treat her? Is she even really sick, or does she live in a country as real as ours, but one we can never visit?”
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159800
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Alysia tried to focus on what was important, but it was too much to bear. She was ready to dive down when a shot of wind blew past her, causing her and Megumi to lose control over their gliders.
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159887
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It doesn't take a genius to figure how he sank, in the drink, like Jeff Buckley. Like a stone.
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159800
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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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1598126
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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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1598198
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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