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Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
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162951
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Nicole knows that Deirdre is winding up for the weekly pitch, practicing the line in her mind.
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jaws blossoming with drool,/ a captured wolf slinks low/ across the crowded land/ for that most tender lamb/ to catch it by surprise.
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162922
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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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1. Weeds of the World (Unite!) We invade the invaders and they invade us, these little Blooming weeds. They raise five flowers and let them blow Into the winds like sheets of stars. All of us Steer by their turning tide. All of us will eventually …
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162933
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his mother brought him to me/ when he was very young/ maybe a few months old,/ born in arizona july.
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162910
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“If Sir would observe, the storm welt, a shoe for the big occasion, a shoe that will guide sir through the dismal passages, a shoe that will roar in the face of adversity and …”
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162900
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The bullet split her head in half before she could finish her sentence. Her blood sprayed out onto my face and covered my lips. The taste of life as it suddenly ended.
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1629108
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hookers are better educated these days
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162900
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They were working on the factory floor when they died, the auspices of mayhem filtering out to a host of ravens gleaning the neighboring fields. Clouds of them fled the scene around the time of the incident turning the day into twilight…
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162964
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bassackward/in the surreal/bathroom mirror
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162911
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On that balcony, on every other day, she practised her other, more worldly religion - gardening, specifically sunflowers.
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162910
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Three teeth. You can pick them out if you hit pause just right. Probably not a person in the entire valley who hasn’t seen that video from the Eastern Cheerleading Finals. They even showed the tape on the eleven o’clock news in Scranton, my face ci
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The blackout lasted longer than anyone thought. From my fifth story window, the whole city seemed to shut down. I heard noises above me. How could it be?
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162865
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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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162800
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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16281311
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It’s possible to forgive the past its trespasses / stop seeing the future as a threat, reimagine / the present as a goal.
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162831
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"She saw they were absorbed in making faces at each other with a smartphone app that enlarged a mouth."
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162833
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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16282016
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The night before his mother's teeth began chattering.
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162885
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I dreamt once
a child’s drawing of a house
all scribbly black crayon
swayback roof crooked
chimney. God, do you
remember how cold it was
that night?
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She flew through the air, linen skirt billowing around her. Below, her buckled bicycle was taking a different route. Less aerodynamic than she, its trajectory was brief, crashing into the ditch. Elspeth kept on flying. Time slowed, and expanded
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162832
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“Life is on life’s terms,” she told me once. Her arm, wrapped in clear cellophane, was freshly adorned with a green-pigmented sand-dollar: a living shell.
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162840
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The way each intersection in a city where you’ve lived a while becomes layered with personal archeology.
The cafe that replaced a liquor store you avoided, and the friend (or lover) you broke up with there,
and the way on the day of the big fire you
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162830
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Theresa Esposito woke to the smell of pignoli cookies baking. The sweet scent made her stomach rumble. She was ten-years-old today. And she felt ten. Her hair, her ears, her eyes, her toes — everything felt ten.
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162830
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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