1460 15 10
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Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
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1460 5 5
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"Give it to me I said, you dip! Fork it over!"
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1460 0 0
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The little clapboard church sits stiffly in the sun. It's steeple marking time with it's shadow on the sidewalk. It is the last place most people would think to look for a vampire, but I am sure that one is in there. Contrary to popular opinion, there
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1460 7 6
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I almost caught a poet today.
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1460 10 3
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I am going to quit clicking refresh, only because it is clear nothing is happening out there. After I click refresh just one more time, that is, and then I am closing the window. After clicking one more last time. …
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1460 4 1
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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1460 0 0
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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1460 4 3
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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1460 6 7
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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1460 4 2
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I am fair game that will be hunted and eaten, cutting its edge with Satan's tears from six eyes.
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1460 0 0
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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1459 7 7
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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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1459 11 9
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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1459 3 3
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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1459 0 0
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a dozen girls with Encarnación's face flit past, whispering kisses along the part of my hair, tickling their hems along the cuticles of my nails.
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1459 7 2
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1459 2 1
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It was a strange mood, unfamiliar, not one of her usual “I'm busy wrestling with my personal demons” type of moods. She'd been steeped in it all day and I, like a shipwrecked victim reaching out for any piece of flotsam…
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1459 5 4
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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1459 4 0
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I await, here at Sandymount Strand / There's a stony bed and moistened sand / Couples dance away into futurity /
With their dogs upon the shore
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1459 1 0
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Tiny was my daughter. Or what was left of her. A mucous-y chunk of what was once in my womb and then wasn’t.
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1459 6 5
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Shhh. I am here. Otillie Augustine, from Trieste, an Italian city to you, but when I lived it was part of Austria. Such things as who flies their flags over a city? Not so important after all, after all the losses and the victory speeches. These were not…
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1459 8 8
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Always in a hurry/to spoil your/weekend
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1459 0 0
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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1458 0 0
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Long ago, this painter Brussegem had hung the dark mantle of Outcast Artist” over his shoulders—and over his life, he formed a strict philosophy—Art and Only Art—and protected his solitude and artistry with all his moody might,....
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1458 6 5
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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1458 1 2
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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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1458 0 0
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The struggling creature opened its beak and let out a shrill cry before both parents moved in and, using their webbed feet, forced its head back under the surface.
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1458 6 5
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1458 2 2
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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1458 11 6
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I said hey man, how you doin’? He looked up and nodded but his shades flashed and I couldn’t see his eyes.
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