1601 8 6
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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160011
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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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16001210
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We can’t be sure. Perhaps it is/
some slight exaggeration of one/
or several elements that steals our breath.
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160000
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“So, do you still think I'm hot? I mean, do you think men still find me attractive?” Jenny asks. This is never a good question to answer, much less entertain. I know this as surely as I know anything. Still, let's break it down. I am married. Jenny is…
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160084
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God had decided to resign. Not even two weeks notice. He just resigned. Point blank.
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160000
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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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160032
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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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160052
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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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160086
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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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160081
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The thing Bentley remembered most about her was she had no body odor. None.
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16001814
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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160030
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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160099
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I’m from the Land of Sky Blue Waters. I grew up in a lake. I think I’m half fish.
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160076
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will we begin again?We are a wheelFirst touchfirst kissfirst heatThey fade, disappear, come back again.Spokes in our wheel.When again shall we begin again?I hold you and feel myself spincaught in the whirlwind of thrill -the world, saturated with your scent.We hold each…
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1600105
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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160012
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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160044
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Charles tapped the anger management code on his steering wheel. He rolled down his street and saw Jack Watson throwing stuff into the trunk of his black Volvo coupe. He waved, but Jack did not wave back. Jack's face was blazing red. He looked like he might have a…
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15991212
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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159977
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To tell the truth, I can’t complain. Look, lots of people have it tough. I don’t have it tough...
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159900
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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159900
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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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159943
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The snow buzzes in the Ritalin air beneath Dairy Queen clouds
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159920
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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159954
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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159943
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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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159921
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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159900
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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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159952
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That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
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15991312
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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