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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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Have you ever seen anyone die? It will alter your life. Because you suddenly realize that anxiety was worth something after all, and was a coin of the human condition, imprinted with hectic symbols, some of which resemble cypress, others more like Frankenstein:…
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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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Condensation on the Glass Riding down 22, I'm looking out the window. Time is a whirlwind. Your memory relinquishes itself, yellowed and fraying at the edges. It's raining and cold. I make a smiley face in the condensation …
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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Names are forbidden here. So is apology.
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your light is gonna
last me
through the week
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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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James Hubert III sat at the bar. It was late. His wife and kids were long in bed and he knew he should be, too. But with the Lovelandtown lift bridge stuck in mid-air, a drink beckoned him. He sat next to Vince DeSantos, a small, stout man, with a bowling
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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It worked for a short time and their next album, "The Hirsute Agenda" became an underdog success.
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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Then I did the same to you, inhaling your scent which was one thing at your hairline and another at your collarbone.
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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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He draped the sheet over her body. Blood spotted the fabric, rose petals on snow.He left the pistol, but pocketed the first edition she'd signed. Part of his fee.In the park, he ditched the glasses, fake mustache, and anorak before making the call.The publisher called an…
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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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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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Have you ever seen a body of words give birth to a paragraph? I won't lie. It's a little gross. But quite moving. First there is the biology of reproduction. A blackbird living in an electric guitar, for instance, and its inexplicable urge to mate with an elephant.…
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inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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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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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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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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