1472 14 8
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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The dance draws deeper
whirling witches weaving rhymes
The fire spits fierce in the falling rain
soon the spell will spill from secret times
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1472 1 1
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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1472 3 1
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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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1472 0 0
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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1472 6 6
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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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1472 0 0
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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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1472 7 3
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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1472 5 4
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We sat up in bed. It's two o'clock in the morning. Blinding circular flashlight beams probe through the half pulled shades. Magnified black silhouettes of men's torsos lumber back and forth in the yard. We are in a fishbowl and being invaded.
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1472 2 1
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Naomi hadn't expected them to come in such a big box. When the UPS man tried to hand it to her, she told him there must be some mistake, but then he pointed to her name¾NAOMI BROWN¾right there on the top. When she finally got off all that tape, she had another…
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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1472 7 5
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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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1472 3 3
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1472 8 4
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We may think about so many things and thoughts about rain. We may think about where it is going, where it comes from.
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1472 1 1
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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1472 10 8
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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1472 4 2
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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1471 9 7
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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1471 10 7
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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1471 8 7
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There is a war, but is it not In my heart? There is a war, but You are not the reason. There is a War, but we're all doing what we can. There is a war, but it is not just Your fight. There is a war, but I Wished you still walked…
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1471 5 4
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After President Trump was elected, my first impulse was to spend the next four years cowering under the bed, whimpering.While I knew that I needed to keep track of what our new commander in chief was up to, watching the news made me too angry and too sad and just too…
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1471 3 1
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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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1471 8 4
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Suddenly something clicked.
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Another noise, softer than the first: swish, thud. You are still. The house is very loud tonight.
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1471 2 1
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At eight o' clock: as, drawn by many bells, The patchwork congregation lopes and stalks, To churches far from serenade of shells To storms, we leave behind the windblown walks, And sails of youth, to glide through liquid hells, A temporal…
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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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The young man pulls out his wallet, grabs a couple of bills and stops short of handing them to the bedraggled man. “So how do I know you’re not going to go out and buy some crack with this money?”
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