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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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“We could dooble date,” he said.
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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1505 6 5
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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1505 5 5
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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God’s hearing aid is missing
And apparently needs an enormous battery
But no one has the
heart to tell Him
because who wants to be
shouting at God?
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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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1505 3 3
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I reach out and grab a can of soup with each hand and spin them around to dive into this much-heralded sodium situation. It's a landslide. I almost smile as I put low sodium back and continue to hold tightly onto regular.
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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If Don’s story was one of faith carrying someone through his trials, the story of Randy Slafter is another. It was faith that brought him and his family to Johnstown 15 years ago. The wings of faith protected him from the dark angels of grief and tragedy
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1505 3 2
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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when i was five or six/ we lived in an apartment/ and every sunday/ i'd lie on the carpet/ to watch squares of sunshine/ crawl across the rug/ while my mother inflicted upon us/ a centuries-long hour of television/ worse than any droning mass.
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Ayane took another look of the area and it was large warehouse. A loud thud vibrated outside.
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1504 4 3
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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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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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1504 1 0
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Flicking through the sheets on her clipboard, Evelyn double checked the address with the mismatched numbers on the letterbox. Its mouth was a rusty, gaping grin like it had lost its dentures.
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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1504 5 1
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The clip-clopping of footsteps now echoes from the opposite end of the alleyway, and as you turn to face the figure who appears behind you, the figure wearing a fierce Noh-drama mask, you determine that this time you will enlist its aid in decoding this r
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1504 0 0
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Fat Patty sniffs the delicate waft of peat and sidles over, proffering a grope in exchange for a few wet-lipped swigs. Hell yes.
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1504 5 2
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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1504 12 5
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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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we were traveling on wasn't necessarily going to go careening over any hill as fast as it was smashing into the blunt end of another cloudless hole like a cartoon cat chasing a cartoon mouse. It was huge like a stone wall that had its own…
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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