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My uncle lived part-time in prison, in a cell with a blanket, pillow, and towel. The remainder of his days he lived in a small house on Prospect Street.
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143297
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Weight of faithlessness...
Mist
Of bodily
Existence
Grave expectations for the future
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143275
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o christ/ here you are again/ you sickness appearing in my brain/ pouring smog from my jaw/ my body hot and cold as though sleepless/ while i could sleep/ centuries/ undisturbed/ and awaken, tireder still./
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143222
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The spirit bottles line the top of the bar
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143222
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When you're scared to write badly, that's when you write. You are probably trying to tell the truth.
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143151
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Nicole knows that Deirdre is winding up for the weekly pitch, practicing the line in her mind.
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1431106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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143176
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men sitting on stoops
women earning the rent
by working as servants
in the rich folks yard
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14311212
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I'm walking you / through Pere Lachaise
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143121
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Mutiny is the last I remember.
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143100
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Welcome to the genocide city zone I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay We've been killing folks here All the live-long day If you want to join us You'll have to pay the price Your soul's the cost, so ante up C'mon and shoot the dice Welcome to the genocide city zone …
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143173
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I sat in the dark, mashing damp sand like clumps of brown sugar into my palm while the heavy Gulf air blew my hair into ropes. Sometimes I worried that I was unable to need people, but, as much as the thought upset me, I couldn't make myself truly want t
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14311312
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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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143164
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After the ship stopped shaking, the angry flashes of warning lights discontinued, a few people could be heard sobbing or whispering prayers.
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143100
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My tongue kept me from fitting in with the latinos. I understood little Spanish and spoke even less. No one really believed I was Mexican, and they kept me at a distance.
Or maybe I kept them at a distance. Living with
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1431115
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His grandmother's recipe called for the pasta dough to be beaten with a bone--and not just any bone either. It had to be a human femur. This was his first hurdle. Where would he get such a thing at this hour in this part of town? Or, for that matter, at any…
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1431116
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The question isn't whether we will survive-/
like rats, we are supremely adaptive-//
but whether we should survive.
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143155
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We pull up chairs. I breathe in her Bath and Body Works vanilla, read her paper slowly and aloud because the ears catch what the eyes miss. Her sentences are awkward, stilted.
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143122
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I have reasons to believe she’s been stealing.“
“Stealing what?”
“Steaks.”
“Steaks?”
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14311210
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When his wife left him, a friend told him that resentments were like canceled checks. You weren't going to get your money back.
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143100
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They were working on the factory floor when they died, the auspices of mayhem filtering out to a host of ravens gleaning the neighboring fields. Clouds of them fled the scene around the time of the incident turning the day into twilight…
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143133
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sometimes i have to be in the other room
just so i can breathe easy away from you.
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143112
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The world is always changing, even if it's in several eras at once.
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1431114
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Sunset swoony love waves
crash over me and I forget why
I didn’t say yes sooner
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143174
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Francesco needed a magnifying glass to read her little missives.
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143010
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When you see him, you'll know.That's what the prophecy was. Well, part of it, at least. The prophecy that Tabitha was to be the next Earth mother. That when she saw her partner, she would know. Keith, and his mission partner, and the elders, they had made it so. Made it…
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143011
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It was two days to town. His horse could only go one.
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143000
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Mayumi and Emi were in the spring’s together, center of the pool at shoulder depth. Emi stood in the center, letting its warm and clean air clear out her thoughts.
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143055
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i am either lacerated /or ill at ease / continually subject to gusts of life
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143084
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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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