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Azure felt tired of all her problems remain unresolved, and she felt this was a good opportunity to get one out of the way.
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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...it's about female needs, Rex.
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Don’t break things, I add. And he looks at me like I’ve broken everything else.
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A familiar ritual by now...
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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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for my father I want to memorize this our time together — what we did without her there to tell me You wouldn't want this life you're not cut out for it — and me the child…
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Lonely kids only want this thing to go away and stay away. To not be lonely anymore. The lonely, uncool Kids have learned to be absolutely Still in the moment. Who does this fall to? They Haven't read enough Vonnegut for your liking? David Foster…
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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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". . those incandescent secrets she would
pepper in. The sister who ran away."
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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of Jim Beam when I was maybe fifteen. Or anyway old enough to admire the lesson.
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She has dwindled for the better part of a year, staved off her period, breasts and hips like a warrior. Chestnut strands that danced along candy apple cheeks now surrender to metal pins, her bun severe as an old maid's. Her prominent ears…
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Stroman reached over and stroked the perimeter of Rouge's chin with his thumb. 'I am just joking. You are my soul-mate, you know that?'
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“Each animal has its own strength.” She insisted. “And if the rooster were provoked. It would kill a snake.”
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nothing suffices as harbor / but a permit to claw at every yawing chasm
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Quantum transport rearranges grandma.
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The baby will not stop crying.
He’s been crying for three hours straight.
I’m the worst mother ever.
What kind of mother can’t soothe her own baby?
The bad kind.
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He knows why I’m here, so he stalls, talking about the coffee, about how it’s a new dark blend from a little shop in The Village, about how he loves the flavor, so rich, but just because a coffee is dark doesn’t mean it’s stronger, that, in fact, it’s the
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His eyes were marbles floating over a void.
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We cook over the fireplace on these days, blacken marshmallows on straightened hangers, like Eskimos, dogs around a campfire.
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Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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I don't think you understand. A sad boy doesn't just die inside, slowly, he becomes withdrawn from certain types of lovely youthful reasoning out loud, accustomed to feeling what is expected, graded, just to be allowed to survive another…
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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Some guys ride hills up and down,
Then stop to terrorize small towns.
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the start of what you predicted
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