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You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
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155765
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I know someone in need of healing.
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155722
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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155731
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"Look Emily, I’m charging your solar powered calculator and helping you relieve your dependence on foreign oil."
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15572110
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I approached him slowly. His voice was soft and raspy. He said, "Kneel down my son, I've been expecting you."
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1557128
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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155775
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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155743
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The plane passes the runway, dips sharply, its shadow straight down below, too cold in the cabin, the sun hitting your arm like a machete below, it is 94, the humidity too, it has just rained for 3 days, it never rains this time of year......
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155753
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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155764
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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155710
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“I'll have the Ribeye cooked medium rare,” says Bill, who looks over at Julia, blonde hair and disarming smile, and he thinks that she's not bad for a blind date. He doesn't like the way she butters her roll, however, and it agitates him that she spreads…
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155600
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Online dating. Russian women. Beware.
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155633
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For me, it was that kind of moment. I got to come back. I had been here before and now, well now, I could come back. I had a chance to do it all again, bigger, better and well, just better. I hoped I could remember all that I learned the first time.
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155643
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It was a wake-up call. A sign that I needed to stop and ask if I was making wise and sensible life choices.
My iPod was full.
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155610
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Even before I tap on the door I know I am being watched with one eye. My footsteps have surely given me away. A swift tug on it reveals her to me—half of her, that is, and I slink past the threshold, to her. From her eyes I see that she has…
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Don reports everything to Uzma and Rasheed, I'm aware of that. It doesn't bother me. I'm not hiding anything from them or anyone else.
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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155621
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‘what’s the hassle kiddo, chopping meat is fun, come here and listen to the music of the chop, the sound of steel ripping through air, slicing through flesh and hitting wood, poetry I say’.
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155600
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Licking my wounds.
That's what my mother calls it. I'm not really sure what that means or if it's true. Sure, losing your boyfriend, apartment and job in a matter of months can drive someone to do something impulsive. Something crazy. But I've always b
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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155600
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We trade broken phrases of English, Arabic...
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155666
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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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155600
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The streets were filled with animals of the forest. All in a panic trying to find a direction. Mixed among them were members of various Clans that lived in the forest.
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155651
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The clip-clopping of footsteps now echoes from the opposite end of the alleyway, and as you turn to face the figure who appears behind you, the figure wearing a fierce Noh-drama mask, you determine that this time you will enlist its aid in decoding this r
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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155643
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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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155600
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It was unusual, a feeling of déjà vu waft in the air. However, this was completely new to them. Mayumi gripped her shoulders as Emi’s lips moved trying to ease her fear. Mayumi did not understand what this stuff was.
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155512
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In today’s print-on-demand and digital world, there are unlimited avenues for aspiring writers to circulate their work, but deregulation and limitlessness often leads to chaos. Writers are more inclined to release unpolished work that fails to rise to the
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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Mother’s eyes stared outward in a trance, on her throne, visualizing the world Azure made. Though it was right before her, she could not reach it.
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