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1500108
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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149911
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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149900
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Rome and Carthage wage war as Hannibal crosses the Alps and invades Italy. With him, he brings an army of barbarian hordes hellbent on reducing Rome to ash. For one young Roman soldier, Gaius, he is trapped between his loyalties to the republic, and to hi
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149931
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In the fall it is especially beautiful with the blazing orange oaks set on fire against a crystal blue sky. It is here that she frequently daydreams of her demise.
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149965
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No matter what you may discover
Or come to believe during the drinking life
The question still remains:
What if everyone was an accident?
But still, while time may appear
To be nearing its own end
And the sun seems to be getting
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149944
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Ok, ok, people are forever asking me, so why did I cross the frickin’ road? Dumb-shit me, of course. Consequences waaay unforseen.
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149910
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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149955
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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149950
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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149964
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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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14991312
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My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
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14993118
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... “All power is just behind your belly. Look. Knot of belt – just in front of navel – navel is eye of chi.” ...
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1499128
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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149962
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149964
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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1499117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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149931
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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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1499108
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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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149953
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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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149801
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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149822
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You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
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149857
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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1498107
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My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
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149821
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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
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1498118
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“Just how many different animals try to hide their nakedness?” “Only one. And that'd be us, idiot.”, Twinkle responded. “Then, why don't we mind sometimes showing our bodies?”, she then asked. Twinkle could see it was going to be another…
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149855
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It's been a bad year, People dying. Some too close to home, Some too far away. I cry down to you, In your casket, and think you might sit up. You were not sick You went in just a moment, Looking stunning and alive. Not…
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149886
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I'm working through the rocky pine cones so you don't have to. I'm stepping over the little dreaming people in your dreams so we don't wake them with our loud and coming loose footprints. The poem passes by like a heartbreaking train…
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149851
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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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149821
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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