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Shadows are so admirable in film noir
less so on x-rays and mammograms
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We were a perfect match of broken pieces of flesh and cobalt. We moved in waves of couch plastic crinkling and clicking.
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1626103
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Palms planted firmly against his temples, Travis paced the room like a caged animal. Giant black bats screeched in his brain, their pointy wings scraping at the edges of his cranium.
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162611
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Published in Exquisite CorpseI…
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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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Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
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162621
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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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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162600
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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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The sighs of the nearby shore came to me through an open window.Wave after gentle wave caressed her broad, sand crusted skin. Mesmerized, I lay still.The in out sound of breathing now filled the room.Your warmth enveloping me like the satin…
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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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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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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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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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162532
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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Mercury and Gemini disappointed.
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162595
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A spire
that had stood one hundred and forty years
fell in
a single second of the blackest day.
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162510
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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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On our back porch, the tiki torches are lit and so am I.
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She didn't want to let go of the crumpled tissue she had been holding all this time, as it is wrong to litter, but she finally did, and felt free. Released. Bad. Naughty. Almost orgasmic.
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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162474
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Not all ideas are bad, just mine.
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162443
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You think about the first time you saw an axe
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162410
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No matter how much he composes and prepares, he cannot override the electrical trigger in his brain. Something to do with the resonance of physical memory. It remembers amplitudes of current.
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under your skin the moon is alive
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