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As spilled on a sandy Corona del Mar beach/both in moonlight and starlight so lovely/and strangely sad as if receding still
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149274
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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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149241
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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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14921612
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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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149286
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Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....
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1492116
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On my honeymoon, we went upstate to the Catskill Mountains.
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149263
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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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149200
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A Nocturne, whose grey mana seeped out of it mouth, grabbed the roof of the building with its large claws. Using it as leverage, it stood itself up, hunched over, its long whale like head roared like a loud horn.
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149273
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Who ever saw an open upright pop bottle on the street?
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1492126
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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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149221
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A look flashed across his face as if someone had hooked up his genitals to a car battery.
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149211
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The waves assisted in pushing him forward, until he reached the dry sand. He saw a small resort town ahead. The lights were out in the businesses and homes.
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1492102
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And I don't know how long it will be until she comes outside and figures it all out.
Figures me out.
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14921711
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maybe a day in deep winter
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149286
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in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
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149262
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A year ago, my neighbor was a sexy graduate student in fashion design, sounds perhaps shabby, yet if it is, then we in the Middle West are all shabby. That girl's father graduated from high school with Bob Dylan in Hibbing, not entitling her to a child.
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149200
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My gaze could have gutted any man. Any man, but John Marcy. History would write that John Marcy was a traitor to his country. Public enemy number one in the state of New York. When that probably couldn’t be farther from the truth.
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149174
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They found it naught however as it was lost at metro stops, canceled appointments and in ever dimming light that failed to reflect what was instead of what could have been.
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149173
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I did do one nice thing for you
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149111
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Published in Exquisite CorpseI…
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149110
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It was the middle of May when I found out my teacher was screwing my mother.
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149196
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THIS is what happened — the dead went into remission. Dated may 10 2010. Or it could have been some other day. They were going to be restored later. That's what we were being told. The dead were being given stones to mark their remission. They were getting…
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1491149
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Each day, they trot the coiffed/
and painted cadavers across the stage.
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149162
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149173
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How to capture in word, in song, the fleeting moments of our loveYou were hereAnd now you're goneEven as I used to lie next to you,bathed in the care and concern that emanated from your warm black brown eyes,I knew there would be that day, that you were no moreDestined for…
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1491114
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The flash of love was real, the life within her was real, and the main thing now was to climb.
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149165
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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1491148
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149177
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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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149033
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Trisha dreamed of being a Playboy Bunny since the days she still had buck-teeth and fried egg boobs. She blu-tacked page threes above her bed-head and had me snap topless Polaroids till they littered the floor. She told me to imagine she had 36DDs and per
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