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Something about her eyes...
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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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We came to the dump at dusk to shoot rats.
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She wasn't even trying to live.
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They followed the crow up a hill, where lights were at its brightest below. The teens stood frozen in time.
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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The first time I saw Little Man was on a bright, hot afternoon near the end of November, when the trains had just pulled into the fair grounds and the familiar smell of upturned turf and sun-basked animals returned to Sarasota.
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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Bottom's up, mon cherie. On land, I'll grab mine with two hands. But in water, boy, I'm weightless and turning, a regular fish -- afloat, flopping, deboned.
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Meanwhile stars continue to surprise...
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They were everywhere walking right above us or so it seemed, back and forth, back and forth with their lousy, crunching heels making hollow chewed up noises that took all the sweet sounds left on earth and had them march along…
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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Floating in liquor only to drown the next morning.
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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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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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Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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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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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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". . those incandescent secrets she would
pepper in. The sister who ran away."
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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She was washing the dishes in the sink, (you're not going to start with a pronoun, are you? Give her a name, for God's sake!) Kate was washing dishes in the sink, (where the hell else is she going to wash dishes? In a creek?) Kate was washing dishes (was…
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and watched you grinning from your opulent spinning cages and although you were never less than always remarkably perfumed, toappeal I'm guessing to the sniffing about masses, to me they've…
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Everyone gathered around Karin with the Mana Spirits. She wrapped her arms around her waist, staring at the ground.
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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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I'm a madman. People call me other stuff, but I'm a madman. My name is Roberto Nolasco Bahag-hari. Yeah, I know. It's kinda funny for a name. Friends sometimes call me RNB though I hate that freakin' music. Sometimes people…
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