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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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149032
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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149064
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They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile
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149031
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In the fall it is especially beautiful with the blazing orange oaks set on fire against a crystal blue sky. It is here that she frequently daydreams of her demise.
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149057
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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1490103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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149055
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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149072
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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149000
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You cannot go back, you cannot go home, you cannot cannot cannot…Only in memory is it possible to travel back in time. We all imagine it. We relive happy moments, sad moments, we exist, time exists and it passes. We cannot stop it.
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1490109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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1490189
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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149067
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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149031
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It worked for a short time and their next album, "The Hirsute Agenda" became an underdog success.
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149000
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It was unusual, a feeling of déjà vu waft in the air. However, this was completely new to them. Mayumi gripped her shoulders as Emi’s lips moved trying to ease her fear. Mayumi did not understand what this stuff was.
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149084
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We may think about so many things and thoughts about rain. We may think about where it is going, where it comes from.
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148911
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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148942
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The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
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1489106
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gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour
and just getting under way
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148944
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Ok, ok, people are forever asking me, so why did I cross the frickin’ road? Dumb-shit me, of course. Consequences waaay unforseen.
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148965
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I know someone in need of healing.
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148943
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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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148950
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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148921
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I want to own you, even if it is only for a few moments or a few hours, but it will not be worth it unless for that brief span of time I know that the only purpose of your existence is to be a woman whom I own.
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148944
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Jenny was certain nobody saw her when she took the slinky shirt from her father's store. It was blue with buttons shaped like cherries, the fabric light as air. She balled it up in her hand. Her father owned a chain of boutiques called Body Electric. The racks were…
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1489169
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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148954
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We sat up in bed. It's two o'clock in the morning. Blinding circular flashlight beams probe through the half pulled shades. Magnified black silhouettes of men's torsos lumber back and forth in the yard. We are in a fishbowl and being invaded.
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148954
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Mon wakes up surrounded by trees. The light is grey, the trunks black.How long have I slept? he wonders.He doesn't know which way to walk. In every direction, the same prospect of trees. He looks up at a blank sky. No sign even of the sun.***He starts walking. Slowly,…
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148921
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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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148943
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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148912
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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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