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moonbeams unrecognized language
steadies my course
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159894
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I It's been there all week, Nose tucked into tail Comfort found between impact and asphalt II I'm still here logged out, still here Had it with the billboards the check engine light milemarkers... Just…
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159877
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I spent most of those days in my car. Stashed in the trunk was a cache of precious stones, neatly sorted and separated, bound in smooth black velvet inside a smooth black briefcase.
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159791
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Naked, we stood in my shower. When she kicked my tool, I noticed she had a toe ring.
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159700
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It was like Azure was dictating the tempo of a song. Fluid in motion, and a story told.
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159776
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—indistinct and foggy, my eyes lost at sea,
confined to a horizon not close to land.
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159774
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we're not at war / with the world. We have papers.
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159776
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"I'm in a wrestling movie!" you shouted.
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15971210
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My little friend is no bigger than a minute. An even five feet tall, if that.
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159711
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...the dead have...communicated into the high tech microwave towers of modern Prague. And their messages now may mount to the stars, confusing millions.
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159700
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At 7:30 that evening my brother knocked on Parker's front door. When I went to let him in, sweat was running off Darrell's head like he'd been hit by a water balloon. The air was absolutely unmoving, and there was the smell of tar from the asphalt in th
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159700
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I was awakened by a disturbing dream. He was no longer with me and I felt afraid. Everything was cloudy, almost blurry. I couldn't see much in front of me, but I knew for sure he wasn't there with me. Then he said the words I feared the most “I don't love you.…
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159722
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Just as one thing I say is “Don’t worry about me,” one thing I think is that you love somebody by living with them...
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159798
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1.As fast as that I wake to astonishing desire. I'd met you at my parents' house just the weekend before but for them (them the drained students trying to relax, refill before their afternoon sessions) you are the stranger in the room,…
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159774
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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159655
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I guess you’re gone now
That’s okay
I guess I can live with my own ghosts
I had no idea
What it meant
But now I do
It meant I was standing
At the end of everything
And did not know it
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159698
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She wonders if he will do the dishes. He said that he would, but that doesn’t mean anything. He said he would do them last week, said he would save money, said he would come home last night. He didn’t do any of those things, either.
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159643
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We decide not to go to the emergency room
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159610
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I laughed maniacally in my head at the thought, but I kept picking at it all the same, the bunnies had plans for us.
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159663
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My poems have appeared in four different publications; three have died shortly after they ran my stuff. Coincidence, or something more sinister?
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1596158
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Susan said since her divorce three years ago there have been too many Jacks in her life. Seven, if she counted that older guy. She knew that now. Too many. It was the name and little else that drew her to men. She told me the name alone was like Pavlov's bell. It…
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159620
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On the plains there are no cliffs, no vast mountain ranges to persuade us that we were somewhere above the world. Yearning to escape the pull of the Earth was the big dream of a plains boy…
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159655
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This story is falling head-first into a mud-puddle.
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159644
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What if blood engorging your penis could be the result of emotions other than sex and violence? Wouldn't it be nice if your dick could be used to express the lengths and depths of other feelings?
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159633
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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159600
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"Look at the grime on those curtains. Not fit for an Emperor. Pull them down. Put up fresh new ones. Not a spot."
"Oh! Look at this throne. All uneven legs. The gems are not shining. The gold looks dull. Fix it, fix it, fix it!"
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159600
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You’re never really asleep. I am never awake. But as the darkness fades, I read. Your body tells my story.
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15951510
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No jagged bits of crust were thrust up/
through the prairie’s black gumbo/
to give us cataclysmic mountain views.
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159500
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“Hello, Cheryl” the voice on the other end of the phone replied. It was strong but raspy, yet quiet and controlled. The fellow sounded like he had a frog in his throat.
“How do you know my name?” she asked.
“I know a lot of things about y
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