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chains across all the old doors
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1648157
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Mark Reep is a faded Polaroid oracle taped to the only unbroken window of an abandoned house in Ithaca NY.
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164855
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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
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164832
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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164733
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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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164752
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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164754
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The coin, so little, the watch chain, the youth, the fading softening speech, each hand and finger, the panic modeled on your own eyes, the ashtray, certain stumps along the way, the long distance, the odd feather, the jazz rope gone,…
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1647158
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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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164700
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Even if you're doing it together, there's no unity when everyone's dancing to their own tune.
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1647127
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164722
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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164750
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She said “I have to go”, he answered with his eyes “Don't” and they stepped closer to each other in the kitchen, a step on the tiled floor, the remnants of their tea cold on the counter top.
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1647118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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164664
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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164632
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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164694
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164600
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"Nothingness had had enough. Nothingness had become militant. It had bought a camouflage jacket. It grew an afro. It burned its bra. Nothingness was pissed, and it wanted its stuff back."
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164620
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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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164645
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Art books, paintings, antique chairs, marble tables, full length gold gilded mirrors, oriental rugs, tapestries, a Louis XVI painted French armoire, a wrought iron Deco coffee table, flat ware, silver flasks, mantel lamps, iron gates, a silk settee, theat
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164630
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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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164686
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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164677
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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164612
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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164686
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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164630
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164521
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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1645129
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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164553
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The arrangements of lights on the cracking towers are a segment of Orion’s belt, the handle of the Big Dipper and a section of Andromeda’s spine.
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1645106
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There were only six passengers aboard the small ferry...
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