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We all tell them/even when our mothers
warned us only the Devil/tells stories
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Smoke from the oil lamp traced the wall. It gave Nana something to read.
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138700
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The cubs from every Clan shivered at his snarl. The Elder’s presence was overwhelming, and level of pressure pressing down upon them.
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138711
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When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.
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138700
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Sora and Ciel stood before Dean Morden inside his office. It felt weird to the girls looking at him sitting behind Madam Mayweather’s desk
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138721
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He boasts of administering regular beatings to his wife and claims that she enjoyed it.
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I was so used to the silence of late summer afternoons, when I could roll my hoop through the empty, sunlit piazzas without meeting another shadow, that at first I mistook the footsteps for the beat of a metronome spilling through an open window.
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138744
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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For a time he documented his facial expressions.
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138600
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When she got back to Claire's, she was hammered and she had no idea what time it was, what day, or, frankly, what planet. It was the first time she'd been that drunk in years. The last time she could remember getting even close to that wasted was at a Christmas party right…
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You gave me everything, delivered with a hungry mouth. Tease.All taken away, erasedby a few words.Lips that poured forth and lips that took insharp, electric pleasures.Now withdrawn, thin, petulant.Not satisfied,you crushed my sanctuary.with so…
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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This poem first appeared in “Walt’s Corner” of The Long Islander, founded by Walt Whitman in 1838.
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I'm not dying. What is it called if you think you might have Hypochondria but you really don't? I'm worried that's what I have. Is it cold in here? Or is it me, dying?
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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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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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There's something in the space youare tonight that's for me asweet presence in my own life,and so like any othercoward I write a poemin vain. It will never beseen as itself by you, butpossibly be mistakenfor an open window. Somewill definitely call itfurniture, some will…
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1386108
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I never took more than a few pills at a time, just enough for a treat on Friday night.
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1386106
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The dictator, what'sisface, was crazy nuts.
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138642
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Dandelions wither as I approach and the grass dies under my feet.
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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"Give it to me I said, you dip! Fork it over!"
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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French citizens. The friends were all citizens of a half-assed France. The friends were all half-assed citizens of a French stance. Carol was more American, more eggnog, more cream-of-wheat. She represented dull victory.
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138500
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Ships tumble, cars crash, horns gulp water, bombs burst up from the ground in a halo of screams.
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138541
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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James Hubert III sat at the bar. It was late. His wife and kids were long in bed and he knew he should be, too. But with the Lovelandtown lift bridge stuck in mid-air, a drink beckoned him. He sat next to Vince DeSantos, a small, stout man, with a bowling
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