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If I do not hear you leaving by the door... The nearness here of this yet questions when I know you will not come so back again, Nowise the same as you were there before. My own reflection, centred at its core On knowing each …
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Buyers of freelance writing have a well-deserved reputation for responding slowly, thereby increasing your pleasure in much the same way that the Pointer Sisters longed for a slow hand.
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The room smelled of an old rank basement. Boys and girls of all ages crowded the stage. The room was dark with only a few lights that hung from above keeping the crowd dark and silhouetting Chris on drums.
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It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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Enough, Trump. We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, your swagger, your towers, your money, tempers, walls, bombs, smarts, snarls, pouts and doubts, bigotty bile, and once again, style. We just…
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Nothing changes; the moon arcs its mindful lemon eye. . .
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“106 more miles,” she said.
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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under your skin the moon is alive
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Instead, I get things like,
“Why can’t you find a nice man with cancer or a bum leg?”
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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We ask was that me? The one on the corner with his hat tipped to the jaunty side? I've wore hats, I've stood on corners. Am I not jaunty?
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They teach that emotional pain is physical pain, culture pain is science pain, but they cannot test for the absence of these synaptic conclusions. I will say, if you can test me and find something missing then you can supplement me for the missing thing.
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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They watched the seven o'clock news.
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Microscopic purposes emerged//
with their combinations and permutations
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He just up and dropped dead one day, Charles said. Pretty tough on Karen, I opined. Charles looked the other way.
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You want to get laid talking socks
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Bobby took one out and looked at the date. "July 1965. Does that mean anything to you, Ma? Carla, T.J.?" Bobby handed the paper to my mother. "Why don't you spread it out on the counter to see if you can find something that he might have wanted…
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It was uncomfortable to realize people had agendas. That there could be invisible realities.
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When the sex that is new and promising in its awkward moments is over, you turn to him. You expect that he’s figuring out a way to leave; the parts of you that know wait for him to stand up and put his clothes back on, quicker and with more eagerness than
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I asked the hospice nurse about maggots.
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Remembering Ginsberg
who howled through just about everybody's idea of the real weirdo poet
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This liberated you/
to grind me hard/
on the dance floor
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I am a human resource, batteries not included
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I become the accumulation/
of appetites
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—Mazel tov, schmazel tov!
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