1501 10 5
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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150167
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“Not all the birds are to be trusted, and there are other spies more evil than they are.” —J.R.R.Tolkien This may well be our own about time, time to walk out that comfortable front door forever into danger. Nothing will ever…
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150143
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150096
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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150021
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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150065
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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1500109
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...when they decided to teach her a lesson, it was with particular vigor and vitriol...
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150021
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On the other pillow is a ladybird which escaped from a dream. It reminds me of when I was a tiny red polka dot. And then bigger, and other colours. And then… I stare at the ceiling, searching its soul for little things. The ladybird touches my arm, whispers…
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150000
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Emi stood up and turned to Mayumi. She did not know what else to say. There was a sense of helplessness.
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15001110
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That won’t kill me, will it? I asked. Maybe, the doctor said.
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150096
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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150000
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“Gorgonzolla!” The remnant croaked, his eyes wild as he thrust an open hand in Jaffron's direction. A burst of energy tilted Jaffron's pod on its axis and sent it hurtling backwards...
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150000
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THE LAST THING I WANTED, expected, or needed was to be standing in the doorway of Carly Ray's room, watching her clutch a picture of her father, my old friend Beryl, up to her face. She is so tiny, but at the same time there is something very adult about the way she looks.…
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1500140
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“I was just dreaming about you,” he said, sleepy-voiced. “What's for breakfast?”
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150011
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I have hired a relationship consultant. He helps me through conversations with my wife.
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150075
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I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
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1500107
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I wander toward the midnight dock
a neon sine curve stabs my eyes
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15001612
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He was losing his fight with
malaria, but you would never
know it from his dreams
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150086
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...the scream and the face...
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1499114
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He is leaning back against a pillar watching the dancing; a spectator to joy – both planned and spontaneous – that’s unfolding in bodies fourteen and fifteen years old in front of him.
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1499710
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From room to room, neither closet nor drawer contained any remnant of pleasant memory.
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149932
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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149921
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Thirty years later – and all the years in between – Alan Walton would remember how insidious it was, the anger that started that night with Quinton Harris, fifteen years old and the undisputed leader of the troop, and spread like a virus to the other boys
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149923
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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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1499266
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Closed gate without fences
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149943
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We all need a place to stay.
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149900
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Welcome to the genocide city zone I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay We've been killing folks here All the live-long day If you want to join us You'll have to pay the price Your soul's the cost, so ante up C'mon and shoot the dice Welcome to the genocide city zone …
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149920
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You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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149900
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Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.
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149932
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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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