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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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Why do I love you? The monster that you are?
I love you for revealing to me my strength
My determination, my will
My need to survive
I love you for showing me the gift that is living
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154361
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I would like to go back (with spade, pick, soft bristles), and sift through time and layers, brush away the intervening years, and find: the tooth, knocked out by my then best friend, when we were seven, careening downhill in my father's wheelbarrow on Boscobel…
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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154374
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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154354
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They have their own homes to fill with bought and sold dreams. Their own babies to care for and feed. The world is big enough to have more layers than you can ever imagine. The lights will show you a way when you have turned too dark for your own…
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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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154343
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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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154300
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The county sent two crews, one to get Mr. Meyers, the old shut-in, tall and affable, but quiet and bent, like a crooked coat rack with a porkpie atop, the other for his dog, an english setter whom he shadowed like a familiar. I say he was the familiar and
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154364
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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154321
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This is how she does it:
Forward………… ...Reverse..........…….....Forward..........……...Reverse
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154353
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And your daughter, Mrs. P, and your daughter Mrs. Q, underwater, underwater in the old swimming hole, in the backyard swimming pool. “They’ve all got children there.” La la.
Yet when I’m naked, when I enter with my own body the mirror, the small sha
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154300
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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154232
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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A woman who is, say, a culinary arts champion or an heiress devoted to literature such as Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) or Peggy Guggenheim might be able to turn me on, turn me out, turn me around.
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1542129
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I smelled the bleach of burst anemones
the sweet arousal of the Dungeness crabs
the seaweed of sour twigs and feces
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154210
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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154222
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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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154221
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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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Sora and Ciel stood before Dean Morden inside his office. It felt weird to the girls looking at him sitting behind Madam Mayweather’s desk
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154255
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philanthropy corrugated with a smirk / printed aside every cardboard box and room / every cardboard house with every cardboard door.
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154221
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She’s always had one foot on a pedestal and the other in a gutter.
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154232
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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154265
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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154241
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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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She can still be normal, says Momma, knowing my sister can’t hear, forgetting I can.
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What do I understand?
What have I mastered or come to terms with?
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