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The machines are alive but she is not. The pads keep her face from being irritated but my mind isn't so lucky."Let me GO!" she cries....at least that's what I hear. They are waiting for permission for her to go. Eager hesitation best describes the tense…
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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1549118
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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154944
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It was one of those weekday mornings in early spring when Marjorie and I could wander from chapel to chapter house with only security guards for company.
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154943
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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154932
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I am useless. A freak. Different. They all hate me now. All except you, of course. You will never leave me. Never. I'd kill them all if I could. Every single one. But twenty-four, that's a lot even for me. I'm so sick of the cliques; the special groups and hastily strung…
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154943
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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154911
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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154900
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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154934
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“That pool will be the death of me.”Which Dad said at least a couple of times a week. Ten times the week after he'd read the TXU bill.“Goddamn pump, and that twitchy little Polaris. We should fill that pool with dirt and plant some trees and Asian…
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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154932
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I separate my thoughts into two / camps
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154855
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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1548103
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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154875
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154800
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154833
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he wanders the house/ crying for the hairless tomcat/ (gone for the night/ on an overnight job).
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154821
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if you don't quiver with anticipation you'll barely manage to explode
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154883
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First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.
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154800
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That Orndoff! I'd like to shove that pipe of his up his arse.
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154811
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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154812
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I was an alcoholic for ten years, starting in my early twenties and continuing into my thirties. Then finally, after many attempts, I got myself straightened out. My son's birth finally did it for me. It wasn't like a switch flipped in the delivery room…
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154842
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they tried to trick the sun
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154777
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It's become sort of a habit now when Elsie's husband is away on business two or three times a month that we take the afternoon off and drive nine miles across the river to Marginalia, Arkansas and the Moonglow Motel with its red, neon vacancy sign and although to some, two…
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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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I don’t know how some can do it. Can they just walk off the animal in the yard or something, and forget about love altogether? Some have that built-in coldness of the soul, I guess. I don’t get it. The blood does not seem to shake their hearts. Are th
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154752
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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.
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154720
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I woke up pissed off—like that feeling you get when you take a long nap in the afternoon. Except instead of being on a couch or a bed, I was trapped in a mashed-up Honda on I-75.
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154755
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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154700
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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