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How many shadows in your soul? Close your eyes, my love, let me / make you blind as the wings of a drenched, drowned bee.
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1I'VE BEEN looking though books of paintings and I've been thinking …
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159922
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Exhausted, weak from the struggle against the personal gift of terrorism delivered by her ex-boyfriend, she died for a few minutes.
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A year ago, my neighbor was a sexy graduate student in fashion design, sounds perhaps shabby, yet if it is, then we in the Middle West are all shabby. That girl's father graduated from high school with Bob Dylan in Hibbing, not entitling her to a child.
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159822
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I'm living where I've always lived, in Georgia.
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159863
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It was that pink lipstick found
on the end of that brown filter
yeah, think it was an Old Gold
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15981311
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He sat at the bar and waited for her. He looked at the noon drinkers with indifferent eyes.
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Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
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159821
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the little crummy salon that churned out little fat women with pinked curly hair
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159876
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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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159855
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How the hell do these 1/8 inch long red-eyed flying insects wind up in my kitchen anyway?
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159800
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Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.
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159801
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Is any person is worthy of the kind of ache?
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Everyone kept up with Nemo until the scent led them to the edge of the city. The elders sniffed the ground and found Satoshi’s scent into the stoned woods.
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Captain Zeep came to Earth at last century's end to help pave the way for a Zorkian takeover by 2012 at the latest. Key to the game plan: Earthlings had to get dumber than eggplants. When George Bush stole the White House, Zeep figured, Bingo, dumb…
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Mutiny is the last I remember.
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My father bouncing his leg to slow rock music with me on one knee, telling me I should keep a special place in my heart for my teeth, to remember where I lose them, on the playground like he did when he was my age, fighting a friend named Bobby-Joe. Or else I could lose…
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He fell through her scalp-crust
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Now, if someone is tellin' you that she had a date with Edgar Allen Poe, you might be tempted to say, "Hey, sister, what kind of drugs you be doin' for the last two days?" But I swear on my Aunt Boo's chastity belt that's what went down and with my…
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159711
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“You need to keep a close vigil on your X-Ray binaries from the Sun. The star and its blazing temperature could spill over at its outer-most edges. The material would be such a high temperature; it would destroy all life on your planet, and…
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We sat quietly in my truck. My lit cigarette twitched between my lips. Samantha and I stared at the front door of Planned Parenthood in Worcester.
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1597109
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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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I am asking for something as simple as water. In an oak tree, weeping, a child climbed too high. Tears that the barkstain will never wash clear. O love. We ask far too much when we fall. In a momentary lapsus, the words…
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159795
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My life was growing on me like a soft Scottish moss
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159675
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Nothing changes; the moon arcs its mindful lemon eye. . .
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159698
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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159698
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Like the swift night-black blue of a cormorant as it suddenly dips into a rush of white cold water,eyeing its possible food, we too sweepdown on what we think we see, rising wet sometimes with the reward,or hapless, dripping, we try again.
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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Route 346 is the way Pop drove to Troy long after everybody else took Route 2. Today Charlie and I drive in the opposite direction. Back then, Pop drove us to Troy on Route 346 on Sunday afternoons with the car windows…
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They build them high they do in Waveland, Mississippi.The tall houses with their skinny thighs spread wide flirting with the dusky coast, like antebellum ladies petticoats lifted, stockings wetted, ankles bared, savingtheir hems from the unpredictable tide,…
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