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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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I don't believe in symbols
but there's a hole
in my living room window
in the shape of a bird
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Summer nights in Boston, old cast iron streetlights.
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That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
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there should be a word for it.
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I imagine diving into a vat of dried fruit, enjoying the unmistakable sweetness in each shriveled morsel, until I find myself biting into an undetected metal shard.
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Today clouds were dancing on the moon
Moon had a fit but drew in a breath
And let out a sigh
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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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“A shibboleth is a test—a way to separate da wheat from da chaff that's as old as the Bible, but as new as the latest trend in men's fashions,” Gus says.
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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
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I fully intend to show Hamilton the delights of soft Oriental carpeting and a delicious new position I learned not long ago. It involves a silk scarf, a leather strap and some aromatic herbs.
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He came to a spot on the edge of the strawberry fields where he liked to sit with his brother and watch the turkey buzzards circle overhead
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I got an email notification that your relationship status had changed to Single...
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One day when they were sitting on the curb together at 4th Street and Mendocino Avenue in Santa Rosa and Joe was calling out to passers by in a singsong voice, “Spare change for cigs,” she had persuaded them that they should try to join the circus.
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
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The best thing about being a cowboy is the cows.
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"We're practicing," she signs, "for an earthquake."
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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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I was quite alone in this small room with the tarp and the dying fire.
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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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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Innocent victims know their tonsils. Or know the sound of their forceful removal. Their mangled beauty is the grain that has gracefully substituted all the limb-hacking. The creature used to have a friend whose gestures were very harmless, …
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I went to the lake,to our spot. there were daffodils there.i smiled at that, then cried a little.you want to hear something funny?they scare me. they are so, so yellow.they scream caution.I almost keep walking, but the sun is out, and I am…
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I have cherished the memory of that meal since and have sought out Indian restaurants all over the world. San later told me that the best Indian food was to be had in London
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She worked the research desk. Like most ladies before computers and cell-phones she lead a quiet conservative life. She wore dresses, spent time with family and friends...Emma also had been stricken as a child
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Ivan was used to explosions, but this was high in the sky. He was on his back between tall sunflowers that grew infinitely in all directions. The blast made the flowers bow their heads. Bits of debris fell from the blue sky, some shiny, trailing fire or smoke. The boy…
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It wasn't so much the softness of the bed that kept her from sleep, or the pungent bleach-scent of the unfamiliar sheets, but the lack of her clock's familiar tick, tick, tick. Or was it a missing heartbeat? Awake, she watched his chest. On the table, an empty pill …
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