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There is a war, but is it not In my heart? There is a war, but You are not the reason. There is a War, but we're all doing what we can. There is a war, but it is not just Your fight. There is a war, but I Wished you still walked…
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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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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I'm waiting for your voice. My trembling hand is so damp the phone could slip from my fragile grasp at any moment. Each ring burns in my ear and makes the washing machine in my stomach tumble faster and faster. After three rings, or it could be four, or forty, I hear…
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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148687
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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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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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Sebastian and Janice had been a natural match. They sought to deny this at first because a recovery assistance program was not a place to forge intimate relationships. It worked out wonderfully in Hollywood, but Hollywood, as everyone knew, was just a facade. So…
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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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I'm gonna write about this after...It'll either be a tale of pain or pleasure hopefully the latterI don't understand how this workswhy sometimes I want to hide from myself other times I can just give in, fully,and everything isohsoheightenedI want it to be beautifuland…
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Style Shifts “Oh, yes, my cousin. We were rude boys until the armed gangs started to gather. Used to be we could pass a night driving, playing our songs, acting tough. Yeah. We'd mouth off, flash some teeth, spark some anger when we felt like it. We…
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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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148555
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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148543
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leaves, starlings and other words fall into thickets of orange or green grasses or tendrils or snakes
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Have you heard this yet? The daughter flew home to care for the mother, whose pump is still tick ticking—though now with aid—which means she leaves the kitchen when the microwave clicks on.
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148554
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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1485118
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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148521
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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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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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148541
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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148554
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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“She’s very sick. She’s dying,” and he smoothed my hair along my neck.
“It’s leukemia. A very rare type,” his hand reached my shoulder and stopped there.
“She only has a few months.”
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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