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144787
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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144711
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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144755
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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14461011
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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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144653
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144620
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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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144686
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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144655
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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144665
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I know someone in need of healing.
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144622
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Or, do my own red flags counter balance his. My back and forth, my restlessness, my one foot out the door, my ‘once a leaver… always a leaver’, my pitter patter for a former flame... peppered with my transgressions, my mistakes. Or, worse, the way I have
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1446103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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1446128
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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144644
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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144654
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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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1446107
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and where have the years sped
how distant was your youth
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144686
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Said do you feel it when you touch me?
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144687
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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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144620
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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…
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144501
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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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14451511
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sentinels in a frost-blackened field
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144521
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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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144564
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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144552
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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144551
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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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144532
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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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1445116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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144500
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You need only one who notices.
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1445189
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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144576
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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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