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Does the stuff at the dollar store really work as well as the stuff at Calvin Klein?
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114043
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Breathe a stench of Eton musk...
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114011
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empty wine bottles, and a single abandoned boot
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114042
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Whatever innocence Michelle had brought to the game was long gone, even the part where she dreamed she was the star of a righteous, asskicking movie.
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114021
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......Based on an ad I heard on the radio from Mass. General Hospital in BostonHave you ever experienced death?Have you been in grief,past the cut off periodof six months?Has it affected your life?Has it strained relations with your wife?It is our beliefthat you…
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113922
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He grew up needing an enemy, his class warfare instincts kindled by the death of his father in the labor dispute and bolstered by the readings of Steinbeck, Lawrence, Sinclair and others, and the college-bound students who were particularly bothered by Pi
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113940
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And without further ado, The Author.
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113976
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My drunk friend is built like a hastily packed trash bag; full of lumps and portending very dark things.
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113952
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“I would like to keep my head, at least for a few more nights. Didn't you say we were gonna have sex one of these days? Isn't that in the manual?”
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113977
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11392111
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I am not the wind./
I am a stone eroded by the wind
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113940
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Sitting at an outside table at the Bassett Café
on West Broadway, I remember, in the background
always the Twin Towers behind me
in the photographs from that time
And the sparrows in New York, bolder than anywhere
working over the scrap
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113974
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She was dressed to seduce one man: Francesco Martinelli.
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113942
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If this road could answer
I would ask her what it is like
to follow the path
of the rippleshimmery river
for too many miles
through the slowly ghosting towns
and the corncovered landscapes
of the dying Midwest
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11391510
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I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
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11391312
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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11391111
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Why do people kill themselves with food? It’s obvious, I suppose. They’re hungry.
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113921
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"In the grave my lips will still be moving."
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113920
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The heart of those stars is a dab of yellow light.
The darkness of the blue night appears so deep
because the downward strokes of the actual sky
are interspersed with a violet that’s almost black,
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113994
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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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113921
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Terry worked in a factory out in Northlake where she added a little squirt of milk and another little squirt of cream to those tiny half-and-half coffee creamers you find at every motel in the country. The owner of that factory hired only women to work
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113964
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It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
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113984
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. . . with reference to the Compass of Discourse
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11381212
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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113821
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The supervisor, sensing the fear in me, pats my hand and says "Never you mind! This is normal in the tomato. Every few days we rile up, make sauce, and regrow again. Have you ever been in spaghetti sauce before?"
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113865
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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113898
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6. to register for the draft
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1138146
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He hates this body no less now/
than he did at 14 for its pudginess/
and the hair that can’t conform
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113800
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In our first conversation, she tells me love is a dragon: she has come across it’s destruction, hears of it’s size, mythology, of it’s immorality. I sip my hot cocoa (God, I pray she thinks it is coffee)...
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It's been a bad year, People dying. Some too close to home, Some too far away. I cry down to you, In your casket, and think you might sit up. You were not sick You went in just a moment, Looking stunning and alive. Not…
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