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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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132180
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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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132083
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You have the right to be happy
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132087
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132061
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I'm not dying. What is it called if you think you might have Hypochondria but you really don't? I'm worried that's what I have. Is it cold in here? Or is it me, dying?
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132086
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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132066
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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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132022
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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132075
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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132087
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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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132064
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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132021
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"You don't need the gun," Dean said. "Bring me a bottle of peroxide and some duct tape."
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132022
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Meet Carl. He's six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds. He has light-brown hair,…
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132001
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At first we thought we could get by using honey so we all stormed the SuperMart and cleaned the shelves out of Suzie Bee Honey. First the jars and then the squeeze bottles, but it wasn't the same. Then Mary Sue yelled out “How about brown sugar?”…
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132063
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". . those incandescent secrets she would
pepper in. The sister who ran away."
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13191510
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Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
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1319149
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The dog is reading. This morning, as every morning, the book is open in front of him. Well before his master's rise, he had already read the moon then dawn and the clouds. Now the slippers, these that walk here and there. Followed by coffee and the pages that turn. A little…
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13191413
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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1319911
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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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131901
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After you started drinking your meals and hating politics I wanted to climb inside, live in your stomach and dissolve. I wanted to make you see, hold you captive with arms stretched, pinned. listen again, swallow…
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131921
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Soon the world is on film that is burning.
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131942
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The first and easiest reason was that he never hit me. Well, if he never hit me, then how could it possibly be abuse? Never mind the threats to stab me in the neck. He was only angry. He really didn't mean that. Never mind he restrained me, or cornered me
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131911
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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131922
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the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
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131941
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Zusman snored on the sofa as Motel gathered his belongings in the dark. He moved quietly as had become his custom in the mornings. Initially he had tried not to wake his nephew on his way to work in the…
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131955
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“Every word was once an animal.”--Emerson This circle has been Broken. The mother has Disappeared inside the wounds Of gunfire like an Eye drop. Who knows if Any of them left, crunched Down, whole into the…
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131977
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I remember the first & only time I parachuted it was 1964 my 16th birthday a rite of passage if you will from the old man an aerospace engineer & former WWII B24 bomber pilot I practice-jumped from oil barrels taught how to fall back then when the time came…
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131920
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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1319105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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13191212
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That afternoon she met me in the lobby of my hotel and we simply smiled at each other in the elevator going up to my room where we sat on the couch for about three hours and told of our lives, of being apart, for so many years, then sensing our time was nearly used up, I…
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