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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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Their dump was like no other in the country. It was bigger than the rest. And, unlike their innumerable competitors, this dump—which sat packed with trash on the surf of an ocean—was organized with care.The Elks took pride in their dump. Three…
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The email landed in his inbox.He'd been staring at the empty screen for a while now even though, really, he hadn't been expecting anything to arrive, yet there it was.He sat and stared, not daring to click it. He knew he shouldn't have sent a mail in the first place. He…
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The sun was at the edge of the earth. The shadows around Ayane and her friends brought the creature closer.
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155174
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I don’t know what to do with all this money flowing from my books.
It’s burning a hole in my literary pocket.
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155143
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We all need a place to stay.
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155131
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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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155121
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The man was happy, filled with it, the happiest he had ever been. He was so happy that he felt he did not deserve it and he deflated.
A woman with apples for shoulders and an eep for a laugh told him that he did deserve to be happy and the man thought
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Ben was in no mood for games. His ribs hurt and his eye was painful. He would have to tell this girl, who had flicked her tongue in his ear and who did not sound like Sophie, to get lost
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155100
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Dominic would show them all. That stupid "Welcome to Bessemer" sign was his. It was the pride of the whole damn town. No other target would do.It was the dead of night, and Dominic rode his bike to the town line. He briefly considered spray painting something vulgar over…
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Its intelligence won’t be/
diminished when you take/
a bone saw to its cranium
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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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she thinks she looks good in her short red dress, black makeup around her eyes, last night's lipstick a slap of crimson on her cheek.
"like this," she says, holding the hammer above her head.
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155152
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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155032
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Remembering Ginsberg
who howled through just about everybody's idea of the real weirdo poet
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I become the accumulation/
of appetites
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it's the constant reminders of something that was never a constant remind her but i suppose there is no ticking clock on that which is wondrous and it was right right it's hard to come up with cleverly phrased universal truths and it's hard to make…
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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I would open an eye, waiting for it to absorb the scant light in the room, and I would see her on the far edge of the bed, the topography of her hips now a battlement to keep me at bay.
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The dead horse on CNN
was floating there
in the floodwater
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Her shoes, left uninhibited below, seem sad but understanding, and she is so in love with something, which makes me so in love with the idea of her.
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The Snowman grinned malevolently as the Sugar Plum fairies shook in their tiny powdered boots."Santa has one more hour and then you're all marshmallow toasts!" the Snowman said. He laughed and he laughed. His evil plan? He wanted the key to time delivered to him personally…
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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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His academic nightmare is set in an examination hall, where the student takes a seat at a folding table in the center of the room.
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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