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stoned,/ i made the mistake/ of walking to the store across the busy street/ to find myself in the middle/ of the pep-up/ for a basketball game/ or something like that.
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148876
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Regime is elected officials ignoring constituents, ignoring protestors, ignoring history
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1488198
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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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1488128
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I was hope, and
you were what I can only call
consolation, as day after day you
remained a grief in my throat.
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148800
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The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine
and it sits there and waits until I come home
just like you.
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148885
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Ellen arrived on the beach when it was still too dark to see the ground; the fine shells and small, sharp rocks hurt her feet, but she went ahead until her toes felt the edge…
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148885
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It's good enough. Spacious. Then the cards but I am not for cards. Sasha directs the people, helping them, at ease and happy even. Strangers that have found a common denominator in games. A brotherhood and sisterhood I can't understand. I watch. I see green…
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148865
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They acquire him in a bar that is famous for its shipwrecks.
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148800
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Still as the knife on the counter there still. Like mothballs in a chest. One with clear bags and newspaper clippings and your scarf inside it. The baby girl could put a mothball in her mouth and suck it like a penny. The way too close to a light bulb bur
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148822
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148700
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1487109
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Polylinguists lash me
with tongues I cannot conjugate
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148784
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It’s just that—well, I don’t know how to put this—
With a Dadaist poet a non-affair is the height of erotic bliss.
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1487116
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On my honeymoon, we went upstate to the Catskill Mountains.
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1487122
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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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148763
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A week ago, Lina had felt a pain crack over her right eyebrow. It was there every day, creeping from her ear to the middle of her forehead.
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148730
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white-gray mounds persist
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1487126
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In the summer that my mother returned from wherever she had gone after her divorce, she and I moved to a large, old farmhouse high on a hill, far from the town where I had grown up. The farmhouse was over a hundred years old and no one had lived in it for…
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148720
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[B]y fleeing the city to live on the outskirts of nowhere—a place so far off the beaten path that even Duras’s aging Mr. Andesmas would have felt isolated—I was of course trying to escape from none other than myself.
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1487168
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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148764
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Harpo was there with his wife. Harpo’s girlfriend came up behind the couch where I was sitting, and I ran my hand up her leg underneath her dress.
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14871412
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You call your wife. “Do you see what I see?” you ask.
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148730
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Chapter one I was sitting in the doctor's office. For weeks, my nerves had been on edge, and I had been feeling like he was going to have a nervous breakdown. I needed the help of a professional. It was hard for me to admit this. I was taught that a man handled…
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14862112
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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/
and finger the keyboard
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148622
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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1486126
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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148641
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Infinite patience, tempered glass hearts—is this what it takes? /
Shatterproof backtrack, slow march through reversals—too, what it takes.
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148643
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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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148653
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“But I don't HAVE an accent,” she said. With an accent. “Tell him I don't have an accent, y'all.” Looking from one friend to another. Messy ponytail bouncing. I just stared. I may have blinked. A couple times. Every syllable…
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