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As I walked down to the Subway, I thought to myself that now, after the horror in Boston, everybody looks like a terrorist.
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150361
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Why do I love you? The monster that you are?
I love you for revealing to me my strength
My determination, my will
My need to survive
I love you for showing me the gift that is living
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150332
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Dearest Z— There is no way to describe this place. It is a pendulum, caught at mid-swing or maybe just a millimeter on the up side. It is a sense of sweeping, a cleanness. Distant clouds remind me of the day we took the train and the mountains acted petulantly,…
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1503134
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So I've got this head in a jar and I'm not sure who it belongs to.
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150350
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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150343
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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150321
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Wesley did not rob banks in Banning County. Wesley Roberts was the sheriff of Banning County; robbing its banks would have created a conflict of interest.
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150320
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“I do not know if you can hear me, or if you can talk to me. Some people do not believe in people like you, you know, spirits, ghosts or whatever you are. I do. I know you are here because of what happened here.” I could not speak. I did not feel I could.
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1503129
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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150320
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Each had jostled and laboured for his or her place upon the blunt outcrop, in the cold persistent darkness, where the outcrop was merely something that had fallen and not quite been washed away.
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150311
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There was no need to drive. She could travel ten miles in ten minutes. She merely had to be careful not to step on any cars or trucks.
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150342
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I got to see me the other day.
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150365
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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150331
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Sheep are very philosophical, I hear. Stop this hopeless dreaming.
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150254
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I got no good hubcaps
My van is up on bricks
It's held together with duct tape
And a couple of crummy sticks
I caught the guy who did this
And tied him to a tree
I kicked him in the windpipe
And kicked him in the knee
I'm a man witho
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150243
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Philosophy: a muscular exercise of throat, jaw, tongue, and brain.
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150200
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Meanwhile it was four o'clock in the morning, Pacific time. Seven o'clock eastern. The cat was busy chasing imaginary mice around the hammock—at least Manuel hoped the mice were imaginary. He loaded the next digital images onto the screen. It seemed to
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1502910
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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150200
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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150261
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I would like to go back (with spade, pick, soft bristles), and sift through time and layers, brush away the intervening years, and find: the tooth, knocked out by my then best friend, when we were seven, careening downhill in my father's wheelbarrow on Boscobel…
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150284
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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150261
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She burps in beauty, like a frog
Who sits on lily pad so green,
Resounding nightly in his bog
But to my eyes unseen.
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150211
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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150212
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she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.
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150284
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He spotted her in Sarasota Whole Foods surveying the artichokes
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150262
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A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.
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150265
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I found a diseased fish / wedged between some boulders near the pier
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150232
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#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…
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150132
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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