1459 4 3
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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145900
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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145922
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what was she like you ask? smarter than me for instance she could type alot faster. and she didn’t worry constantly about being poor or having a family looking over her shoulder. maybe that’s what she did with boys. 17 years later and she is in my bed
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1459104
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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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145843
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Let me swim into your eyes. Let me show you my world. My album. My Albania. My albumen.
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145821
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Anatoly Gringovitch sat in the police car returning him to the Opera House.
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145865
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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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145800
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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145854
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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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1458103
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My sixth grade teacher used to tell us all the time about how being poor is nowhere near the same as living in poverty.
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145862
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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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145885
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In the diffuse light of early morning you wear a sweat suit maybe and stand in front of a model-kitchen counter in a model-home kitchen
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145864
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She stiffens and blusters and roars
Not like a storm,
Not like a lion.
Like a badger, caught in the steel jaws of a trap.
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145800
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Mayumi faced forward, channeled her Mana, and gathered a small pocket of air under hand. Soon the voice returned, rattling her mind.
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145865
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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145844
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My father died. I took his clothes.
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145822
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Ok American dogs. Here my first story I wrote when I only two days old! Then evil moderator delete me and story go away. Now I three days old. I try to remember.
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145811
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I still picture her waving her bare arms and hands into the purple bellied clouds above the trees, her crooked smile, the spiraling silver maple seeds cascading soft circles around her determined reach, as though the very tree limbs shaping the sky above
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1457116
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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145711
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Every day, I write myself further away
From the East
Where we began
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1457146
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So many dreams I need to visit, though
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1457115
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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14571410
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My grandfather was ninety three. My mother was sixty three. I was thirty three. My daughter had just turned three. Our ages were all lined up like the beauty marks on Snow White in the Donald Barthelme version of the story.
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145722
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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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145710
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Marcy was not herself today, her mother said when the school called. She was under the weather and she could not play with the other children. Marcy's mother began to suspect that her daughter was not herself very early on that day. Walking up the stairs Dolores…
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1457107
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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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“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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When we go to the streets/
we’ll have no guns
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so many bills to pay
the list keeps shedding its skin like a snake
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