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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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134832
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[VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.]
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134800
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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1348146
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So many dreams I need to visit, though
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134875
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134851
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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134864
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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134820
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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134845
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After my mother died, my father shipped me to my uncle's. He hadn't told me she was dying, so he could just mourn alone.Lena lived next door, Italian, my age -- which was ten -- beautiful. She was watched by goons in black suits. Her parents owned a restaurant. Across the…
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134843
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Breathe a stench of Eton musk...
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134842
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He brought me flowers once, three wilted carnations I put in water, though the sight of them made me uneasy. He brought me pictures once, too, of three sisters—ten, twelve, fourteen—straddling dirt bikes. He touched my shoulder once, as I edited pictures …
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1348108
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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134854
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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134764
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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1347117
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She had just done it in the backseat with the man she decided would be her father. Or maybe it was the cast of his eyes under the dim bar lights. Maybe she insisted that this had to be done, to relive the night under the stars, under a dented roof of a station…
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134732
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We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
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134741
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13471510
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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134711
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Clouds quickly appeared, in a perfect peach sky. Big, puffy clouds, moving together, formed the shape of a heart.
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134752
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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134753
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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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134755
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134732
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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134721
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He and she are fucking while I watch. She's moaning deep desire and he's pounding flesh into flesh. I'm fully clothed, eyes attune to their fornication, studying. He comes inside of her; their bodies stiffen and then wriggle against one another. …
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134720
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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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134787
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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134785
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—Jesus, that bastard has everyone in his pocket.
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13471511
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When Lois finally found him down there, Johnny was wedged between a large rock and the trunk of an old, long since fallen, cottonwood tree. She said as she got to him, she heard his gurgling breath, fighting fiercely to stay alive. When she saw the deep, gathering, red…
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A cheap pocket knife was the only sharp I carried in my backpack and they allowed me that. The man with the pot tattoo on his neck said, “All of us here needs some type of knife. You gotta cut up your food. We don't…
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