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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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13831310
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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138320
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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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1383126
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138286
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Our painter man was killed by a bunch of snotty kids who were making fun of him. A gun went off. What is a noodle to do? He wasn't sitting alone in his world, anymore. Where was his famous straw hat? His trusty pipe? He desperately needed to smoke…
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138230
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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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138200
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I remember one time when we played strip poker in the basement of your house on Euclid Avenue, me, Terry, you and Andy. And I remember drinking lots of wine and fixing the deck so that you kept losing and having to take off all your clothes, and still you
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138210
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Smiling, holding hands, Joe and Lara basked in the sunshine of the mid January day as they approached the diner. The temperature was warm enough for golf. Joe had played in far colder weather in spring and fall.
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138200
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The struggling creature opened its beak and let out a shrill cry before both parents moved in and, using their webbed feet, forced its head back under the surface.
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138233
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Amanda Palmer's explaining the eyebrow thing. An altercation with someone at Roadrunner, or maybe old boyfriend shit to burn— She's animated but he's losing signal, filling in the blanks himself. Whatever, it won't light at first, and then WHUMP and she…
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138242
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i saw a sign and it read A PERSON THAT IS MEAN TO THE WAITER IS A MEAN PERSON i thought of you with your high cheekbones, the sense of entitlement unparalleled, the superiority complex that hid much you had a gig and it had probably…
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1382105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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138231
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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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138254
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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138299
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She said, "Tonight let's talk of things untrue and he said, ' Like black is white and night is day and up is down and in is out?' and she said, 'Yeah, those things we know to be false for sure like you know, like...well, you could say, 'I really love you' and I could say,…
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1382109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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138221
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She’s always had one foot on a pedestal and the other in a gutter.
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1382107
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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138200
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We named her Big Cat—I don’t know why. Maybe because she was already grown when we got her, unlike the kittens we’d seen in the pet store window that Dad wouldn’t let us have.
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138244
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A rope is cleaner,
he explains with a straight face.
He's calmed by the visual.
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138200
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“I believe this is a case that is very much worth our time. Its probably the most important case thus far in your reign,” Henry said, “my lord.”
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138165
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We were offered mannequins that had pubic hair that grew and swirled, and could visit like a pet, and sit in your lap
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138132
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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13811010
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I dreamt I was raped the other night. Sometimes it was me, that is, and sometimes it was another woman with a dark bouffant hair-do. Definitely outside though and the hulking back of the man was covered by a charcoal wool…
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138110
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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138165
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138165
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I know someone in need of healing.
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138100
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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138100
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You cannot go back, you cannot go home, you cannot cannot cannot…Only in memory is it possible to travel back in time. We all imagine it. We relive happy moments, sad moments, we exist, time exists and it passes. We cannot stop it.
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138165
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I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
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