1632 8 8
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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16322012
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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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163220
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Summer nights in Boston, old cast iron streetlights.
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16311411
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I dream of benzene rings/
and polymer shrouds
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163152
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Send me a secret story in a song just for me
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163143
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I'd never seen a dead person before, let alone one that was living just
seconds earlier.
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163122
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He does not read what he’s giving them permission to do to him, just signs the release.
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1631126
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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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1631177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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163175
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I got a sixth of a cow in the freezer
That’s not meant to be just a teaser
I guess all I’m sayin’
Come on home and you’ll be stayin’
Cause I got a sixth of a cow in the freezer
Got a rack and a half of ribs
I ain’t tellin’ you no fibs
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163100
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Morning time had come again. Kojo felt the beginning of the day, but couldn't know it yet. Awareness came first: the temperature of the room, the light behind his eyelids, how much of him could feel a draft. Then, before it was taken from him, he recalled the memory of a…
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163177
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You've been given some really cruel thoughts that are not your own.You've been given some really stupid sets of rules which are impossibleto follow. You can learn to manage for yourself. Remember who youwere before they told you who you were. You've been trainedsince birth…
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163197
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I want to tell you things you do not know.
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163186
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in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
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163162
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Chubby. Plump. Pudgy. Portly. Bulky. Buxom. Rotund. Ample. Hefty. Corpulent. Zaftig.
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She is face down in the snow
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163031
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The TV projects from an insect arm. It has the face of my ex-husband, smiling and void. I like to set small fires and inhale them.
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1630122
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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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1630118
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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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163021
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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163054
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We were wild, medieval magpies,
sweaty and sweet and selfish; and so much more
than we were before I lit that first stick of spice,
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1630127
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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163010
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Even when the sun is gone and things get dark, usually the moon comes to reflect some light of hope until a new dawn can emerge
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163080
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163021
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He finished the omelet and started in on the short stack. He drowned the cakes in syrup.
-Never can have enough syrup.
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163061
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I was quite alone in this small room with the tarp and the dying fire.
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163071
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My mother was Irish as Paddy's pig. So all her family. Lovely people they were. Also, seldom seen among the Folk; stone cold sober. My father's family; Bavarian German. Bavaria's the wrong side of the German tracks. Frankfort people laugh at Bavarians as people in…
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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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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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