1628 6 5
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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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162821
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Winter makes me reconsider.
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162885
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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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162822
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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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162840
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When I heard that my brother was going to get married, I was more surprised than anything, but also awed by his courage. Our sister, named Baah Baah during a particularly bad recreational substance binge by our fun-loving, aristocratic parents, Nancy and
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162833
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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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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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162800
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The artist leans back in his chair, smoking a cigarette
after lunch, looking away from the table toward the right
He is dressed in white, and he's practically stretched out
his entire length, to relax after rowing the boat all
morning. Sunlight
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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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162875
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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162800
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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16281312
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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162823
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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162783
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162700
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Tater didn't like three things in this life: his daddy, his momma, and the stupid dog that chewed his jizzed on socks.
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16271311
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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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162733
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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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162732
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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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162700
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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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16272110
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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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162711
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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
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1626215
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I didn’t give her enough skin. The world will always hurt her.
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162633
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From this distance, he reminded me of a sleazy pink flamingo, waiting for feeding time at the zoo to deepen the timbre of his feathers and hint at the promise of a narcotic aviation before his commune of hens.
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162600
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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162652
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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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1626148
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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162620
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A shadowless torpedo shaped form plummeted from the grey, overcast skies upon the many unsuspecting. No remote pilot thousands of miles away guided this particular descent.
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162664
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. . . he wants to organize society into its most efficient configuration with everyone thinking alike and willingly cooperating. Only then, he believes, can humanity reach its full potential.
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