1446 5 5
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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14451011
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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144555
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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144565
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I know someone in need of healing.
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144531
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Sweaty feet, drool from the weighty sleep of mid-afternoon naps, the inescapable perspiration of the South: all combine to create the entwined scent of socks and stale toothbrushes...
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144564
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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144566
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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144533
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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144544
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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144586
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Said do you feel it when you touch me?
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144587
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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144564
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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1445117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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144522
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“The window is a much better place to read,” she said.I wasn't aware she was talking to me, at first. In my typical manner, I was thinking about far off possibilities and realities completely detached from my own. Yet, here she was, a far off…
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144420
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They think because you are a writer you are not much of a listener and so you begin to recognize all of the great opportunities to be much more of a listener and then you shut your trap and get sucked into the whorls of her big wet brown eyes with Italianate…
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144401
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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14441511
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sentinels in a frost-blackened field
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144443
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When I met Gregor Samsa he was still a cockroach, erratic and skittish whenever the light came on. We often spoke in the dark. I empathized with the man. I mean bug. Ok. That isn't fair. You can't call a man a bug because he chirps and eats dried skin cells. A…
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144421
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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
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1444103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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144464
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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1444128
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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144451
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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144432
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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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144411
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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144421
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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144400
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You need only one who notices.
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1444189
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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144476
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Here the three o'clock sun is an old patched up fellow, with a stained yellow beard, walking in a small crispy rain of brown leaves, looking at something that requires a bit of squinting no one else can see, on the far side of the softening…
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I reach out and grab a can of soup with each hand and spin them around to dive into this much-heralded sodium situation. It's a landslide. I almost smile as I put low sodium back and continue to hold tightly onto regular.
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