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How the hell do these 1/8 inch long red-eyed flying insects wind up in my kitchen anyway?
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133187
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133165
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I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
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133100
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Every morning when he wakes, he lies in bed and waits for one of his toes to twitch or spasm; the moment he feels one of them thrust forward, he gains courage to test his legs. He grimaces either way: one more day of walking, one more day until loss, one more trip to the…
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133165
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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133144
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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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133011
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Behold! Passion fruit!Aureolin sun condensedRolls off palm and tongue.Spurn taut rounded skinWait for wrinklesRipeness revealed, resplendent —The pinnacle of worth.
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133097
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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133000
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Azure took the paper and read it herself. She wondered about those four mysterious beings that communicated with her.
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1330159
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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133051
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“There are so few uses for Crisco, that to keep it in the house seems an unnecessary temptation,” said my health teacher.
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133032
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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133055
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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133074
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sprang straight up to their full galloping heights roaming over your hills like constantly shifting eyes, your strange approximated illuminating hair like ghosts giving birth to a tender smell of green sea foam. This was all I saw, but it was quite…
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1330124
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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133054
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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
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133076
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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133032
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“Guys, who would you rather live with.... Mom... or Dad.”
His younger siblings giggled in shock, not that they hadn’t thought about it... apparently.
"You know I'm right here..." I joked, waving at them.
“I’d rather live with mom.” the question-a
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Sitting in the car, John had the urge to kill himself.
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133064
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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133000
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We named her Big Cat—I don’t know why. Maybe because she was already grown when we got her, unlike the kittens we’d seen in the pet store window that Dad wouldn’t let us have.
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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133000
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Silence overtakes her, the bellowing has ceased. Curious, she thinks, could this be causation or merely correlation? Assuming the former, Hailey moves, swiftly, being sure only to place her weight down when red carpet is underneath her feet. This works.
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The girls of spring, they’ll stop your heart
When they forsake cosmetic art
They practiced back when skies were grey
and clouds obscured the light of day.
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132953
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It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
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The water lapped against the sides of the small boat, their rhythm all that I could think of. Sweltering rays beat down, frying my flesh, the insipid salty breeze that occasionally stirred my only relief from it. Gulls circled overhead, like white ravens,
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She loves you when your words leave her dirty, semi-transparent, at times, overexposed.
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132987
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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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