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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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152964
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He injected her with a sedative to keep her still. He projected himself into her narcotic dream, a small bar with tango playing from a jukebox. They were dancing.
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1529138
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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152963
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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152932
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He is an exercise in humility:What I cannot have or be. The chances of our meetingand his perfection are darkly astronomical. There are plenty of otherswhose riches I cannot have,why envy him?We are similar in spritbut have different fortunes.It is unfair and…
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152933
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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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152822
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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152800
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Chipmunk SongChipmunk workin' in the roadside weedsLookin' all around for nuts and seedsSmall bird callin' from a hickory treeAll's right with the world and all's right with meChipmunk searchin' for nuts and seedsLucky fellow finds all he needsAs for me all I desireIs a…
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Ah, how sweet is forbidden fruit, how delicious undiscovered sin!
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15281210
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It's gone too long since her Robby Sherwood's dreams rose through the tenement chimney into pear-sweet clouds. Once was he planned histories, carried herself over slopes of hesitations to the night meadow, soft-skinned and whispered. Her man shouldered…
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152876
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Only blood I got on me was pulling him over onto my seat when I got out.
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152840
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Over the years, Morgana had grown. She was so much more than what Xavier remembered. So much different. She had an astute, almost shrewd air about her. She didn't seem nearly as fragile as he had left her. No, she had an eye out for herself now.…
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1528105
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I'm gonna go find a hole to dwell in
deep in the mountains where the Indians used to live
dig a cave into my subconscious
learn to be less secretive
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152861
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You're on the good side of thirty, probably with a little girl or boy of your own sleeping at home, and here you are dragnetting at three in the morning. We're all broken, and the scars we trade are all that remains of our fragile, once complex lives.
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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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152831
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The ticking must have gone on for an hour before Kathy realized it wasn't a clock. When the line finally moved, the rhythm changed. When the queue stopped again, she glanced behind her and noticed a woman in torn jeans and a filthy sweater tapping a heel on the…
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152876
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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
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152800
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“You shouldn’t have gone inside,” he said, after she told him what had happened. “I know that’s what you’re used to doing here, with people we know. But he’s not from around here. Don’t go back over there, okay?”
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152854
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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152755
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"Give it to me I said, you dip! Fork it over!"
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152773
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life is a lucky thing, bountiful among the
drugs and flowers
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152733
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I know who done it. Them goddamn taters. I walked around the yard and started picking up pieces of the camaro, wondering if, from above, they’d laid the parts out into some kinda cult symbols or something.
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The gentleman is discreet, but his eyes wander from his paper at intervals as we travel together from London to Manchester. We happen to be on the same train and he happens to be sitting opposite me. I happen to be a size 34C.
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152753
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In his dreamlike state the pianist turned into a preying mantis.
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152711
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Maybe there was no truth. Things had become so strange that sometimes Jannsun suspected that everything had already happened and we were just toying with selective memory.
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1526115
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There are no inspirations./
There are only the things I like/
and the much more numerous//
things I do not like.
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1526810
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Life is not always quixotic.
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152612
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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152642
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Before I grew used to it
I would wake to the sound
of the Amtrak whistle
echoing down along the tracks
behind our trailer park
and wonder who was hurtling where
through the dark night and across
this wide Illinois prairie
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