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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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162810
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Rose lifted her 55-year-old legs until they were perpendicular to the bed and admired how girlish they looked. It gave her the sexy legs of a 20-year old, if the morning light was right and she squinted a bit.
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1628105
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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16281610
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Shadows are so admirable in film noir
less so on x-rays and mammograms
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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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162732
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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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162721
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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162795
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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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162730
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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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162743
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What follows is an interview George Bush gave to Barbara Walters in 2006. He came off like something out of a swamp. Dick Cheney made them deep-six the tapes and we never saw it on prime time. I got the transcript, however,…
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162754
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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16271410
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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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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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1626139
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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162674
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Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
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1626127
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Mercury and Gemini disappointed.
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162610
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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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162622
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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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162601
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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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1625102
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Saturday morning, and I’m pushing the old truck a little, chasing retreating bands of cloud shadows along a winding hilltop road.
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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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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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162543
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You think about the first time you saw an axe
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162553
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under your skin the moon is alive
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16252112
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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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1625188
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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162541
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On our back porch, the tiki torches are lit and so am I.
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162440
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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