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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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144540
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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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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144544
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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144520
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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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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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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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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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144433
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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144464
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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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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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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144433
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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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144486
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Said do you feel it when you touch me?
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144487
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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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144487
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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144422
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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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144455
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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1444115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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144442
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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144386
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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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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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144331
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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