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I will show you how, in the spring,
the sidewalks here
look like a crossword puzzle resting under
a glass of lemonade,
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147732
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As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right
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147710
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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147752
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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.
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147784
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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147773
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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147763
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so many bills to pay
the list keeps shedding its skin like a snake
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1477103
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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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1477116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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147721
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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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147753
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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147697
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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147600
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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1476126
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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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147600
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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1476128
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We suffer//
the one agony only- of having no longer/
any physical effect nor way to speak/
of what we watch to those we watch.
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147653
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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147662
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Speaking of stiff nipples, I heard you once wanted to become a painter, because of your fondness for nipples. Feeling like Gauguin and his little Polynesian women/girls, are we? So, you're going to try to out-paint God, are you, Mr. Sistine Chapel of the
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147650
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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147651
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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Gossip Betty Martini divorces husbands when they least expect it. On a seeming whim, she pays a visit to dear Arnold, who keeps her papers handy in his top desk drawer. She initials here and there, signs with a…
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147643
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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147675
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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147695
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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.
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147654
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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Joe's, always smelling of cherry chapstick or the breeze that comes up from subway grates, used to service some of the finest dupes in town.
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