1401 7 5
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The woman abruptly closed her legs.
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140197
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Just drank / The last of the eggnog
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140141
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You gather their faces in the palms of your hands and their purple eyes blink, blink, unseeing.
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1401119
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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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1401106
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We bought a grand piano at Steinway Hall after 9/11, chased uptown by the dust of death and awakening from dreams of miniature jumpers stuck in the icing of white wedding cakes
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140122
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I recently discovered that the man I'd loved and trusted for twenty years had a secret girlfriend on the side for the past decade. We've parted ways and I'm trying to go on with my life. At about the same time, my friend Judy lost her beloved elderly dog after…
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140121
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My father had a terrific argument with his wife, my stepmother, a flaming harridan with a voice like hydrochloric acid, and insisted on driving me back home to California.
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140197
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This is a nice illusion, here with you. The world Is meant to fill your eyes. You remind me of Everything right now. This is a nice illusion, here with You. It's all morning light. The wind playing with your Hair lifts my spirits, too. Seagulls…
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140184
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. . . with reference to the Compass of Discourse
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140196
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I let go of my properties, my work.
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140141
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It's come down to this: you're a grown man afraid to face his own son. For the past few years there has been tension;…
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1401106
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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140111
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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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140011
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Summer bakes the metal playground slide to ripples. Still, kids line up. Sadists, all of them. Lucky enough to choose pain. Max feels it every breath, unwanted.
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140044
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1400123
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I think we love sex because it brings us so close to the heat of creation that we can see the smoldering flames and the light rising from twigs being rubbed together between the legs. Okay – your turn!
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140010
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My famous ‘Black Feminist Casserole’ was soon renamed ‘34C casserole’.
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14001110
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They wanted to go fresh water fishing, so I had to buy worms. None there in the saltwater town. Drove about 10 miles over the long bridge to cross the bay. I'd been there before. Walked in and a crusty, little skinny man got up from his chair. He: Watcha need? Me: Fresh…
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140076
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will we begin again?We are a wheelFirst touchfirst kissfirst heatThey fade, disappear, come back again.Spokes in our wheel.When again shall we begin again?I hold you and feel myself spincaught in the whirlwind of thrill -the world, saturated with your scent.We hold each…
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140075
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... the CBO issued a concise and brilliant report demonstrating that the most cost-effective and permanent solution to the multiple problems presented by persistent poverty in the United States was the elimination of all those with prorated household or i
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140000
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It happens. Someone blows something off, someone else forgives it, then tat for tit and verse visa, and you’re missing someone’s wedding because you thought it was Thursday and they didn’t mention it to you anywy, but you’re still BFF and don’t
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140084
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—Well, are you having an affair with Jack Mahler?
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14001411
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14002115
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A small poem about incipient insanity
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140094
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19. You never know yourself till you know the dust. 51. Treasures are the ligatures between our wants and love. 33. Truth is able to turn one's stomach.
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140000
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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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140099
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well,…
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139900
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Mort’s hand-mind suffered electrifying-absence-emptiness; no wife.
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139954
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what lion lies/ o king of flame/ upon your golden crown?
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139920
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The boy grew frightened when his grainy wooden skin began to melt, every fiber humming and softening.
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