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They acquire him in a bar that is famous for its shipwrecks.
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What a beautiful day it was, what a wonderful day to lose one's mind. This is what you think going into it, that it is all a wonderful dream come true, and sure I'll have my hands full, but at the end of the day it will be worth something. If I hang in long enough,…
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158371
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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158232
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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158222
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" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
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When I first met Luther he was sitting on the sidewalk, his back pushed up against a vacant storefront wall, thumbing through the “help wanted” section of a few-days-old copy of our local paper and I was moved to offer him a couple of dollars for which he said,…
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I dragged you that last half mile Me such a slip of a thing, one bite mark visible You the bear, your growl now only audible When you furred from kerb to road to kerb The December snow followed us Dragging Christmas red behind you As I ignored my…
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158210
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If you work with the public, you're stressed. Unreasonable customers. Demanding bosses. Reduced staffing. I love my job, but the workload is tough and getting tougher. What can we do to keep our spirits up?Play Customer Appreciation! It's simple. Assign a point value…
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1582116
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I write poems as if language matters.
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I sat in the dark, mashing damp sand like clumps of brown sugar into my palm while the heavy Gulf air blew my hair into ropes. Sometimes I worried that I was unable to need people, but, as much as the thought upset me, I couldn't make myself truly want t
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158254
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She allowed him to wash her hair. Touching it in a wet state, running his hands through it in a soapy state, wringing the water out when he was finished—he was ecstatic.
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158243
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Her back turned, she wanders off
searching for the way home
wringing her hands,
trying to think, but thoughts
evade her.
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One of the drunk men, a dear friend, hunk, as he updated me, now living the existence of a poet, called from San Francisco to say he would take the plane to Minneapolis, do it, then leave me to raise the baby.
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1582114
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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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158242
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Our dinner was over and we regretfully had to leave the restaurant. She leaves with enough shopping money for a few weeks. He, getting the rough end of the deal, has charged more money to his credit card at 19% plus cash withdrawal fees. So I ask myself
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1582107
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I wander toward the midnight dock
a neon sine curve stabs my eyes
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158243
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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.
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158144
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I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...
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158111
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1. Poor grammar does not sleep. 2. We'll never finish every idea we have. 3. No matter how hard you try, you still might make it into my book
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158165
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His looks were polished like his shoes, his hair as black. No one would have guessed he made his living as a thief.
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158132
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How long have you been waiting for me? How long?
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158100
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Takashi and Hideki stared at the pool of grey Mana. A scientist carefully contained some of the mist into a container.
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158132
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I cut myself. Often. The bloodslice like thin lips parted/in prayer.
life’s color drained to ashen/as the old world spins, pirouettes/like a circus dog on the back/of a galloping horse.
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1581158
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I paid the doctor / You paid the doctor
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158171
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Things don't always go to plan. Gem knew what people would have said back then, of course. She wasn't stupid.
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158194
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This guy struts and never walks, and while doing so he reads and sends text messages and emails from his smart phone and so never walks in a straight line.
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158198
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Everybody called her The Crier because from time to time we would hear her crying.
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158122
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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158111
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The night is very clear and unusually cold. We are so near to the star that its light banishes the darkness that tries futilely to extinguish it. A small village twinkles in the foothills to our east. The cry of a lost sheep cuts the night like a blade
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This is the most frustrating kind of amnesia.
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