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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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135312
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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135395
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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135388
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You've had some truly awful shit pumped into your brains for years at a time now. The practice started a long time ago. It's not always your fault. The only lasting way to get it out of your head is to go and figure out exactly where…
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1353118
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nothing suffices as harbor / but a permit to claw at every yawing chasm
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135366
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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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135321
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But behind the shops (and the many pubs), at the back of the narrow cottage fronts which line the wynds are secret courtyards, surprising gardens and more light than ever imagined.
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135345
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Art books, paintings, antique chairs, marble tables, full length gold gilded mirrors, oriental rugs, tapestries, a Louis XVI painted French armoire, a wrought iron Deco coffee table, flat ware, silver flasks, mantel lamps, iron gates, a silk settee, theat
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135321
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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135354
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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135374
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the stars might be the audience or they might not be
if the beat sits right next to me and hugs me nasty
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135332
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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1353129
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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135343
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A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
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135387
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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13531511
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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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135321
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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135332
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Boil (n.)––1. Pus-filled pustule inflammation of the skin, usually painful. 2. Slang boiled pus, bucket of (n. phrase)“Your asshole brain is a bucket of boiled pus.” (see also pus, SCOTTISH derogatory term for face.
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1352116
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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135211
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Every day, I write myself further away
From the East
Where we began
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1352911
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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135252
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At 11 pm, it is 87 degrees and I sit in front of the air conditioner, eating oatmeal. The oats aren't soft enough, but it is sugary and fills me. Outside, the city hovers at the edge of a brown out, people sweating hopelessly inside small boxes. In Utah, it was cold…
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1352117
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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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1352105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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135264
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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135243
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And he was wearing a mask. Gorilla mask over his gorilla face.
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135220
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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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135234
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But what “is” retirement? All of the previous sections in a life are full of detailed descriptions. But “retirement” is somehow left rather vague. One would think that retirement would be the long-awaited GOAL of life. But instead we are left with the
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135200
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Holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a tissue in one hand, a round shape that balances the round yellow burst of light that is her dress. While the flesh of her chest bulges forward and she balances as though in a holding pattern in flight.
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135243
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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