1548 8 6
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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154821
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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154810
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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154821
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most interesting, i investigate all of this at 1:15 on a thursday morning and consistently contradict my assumptions while simultaneously validating them.
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154875
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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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154881
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Sorry, I think I was jotting and not writing. I see a dropped article that would clarify my interest. I purposely didn't describe my alcohol use. There, I just did.
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154711
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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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154721
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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154750
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You are Day I am Night Let us Meet In the Afternoon And…
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1547103
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I am going to quit clicking refresh, only because it is clear nothing is happening out there. After I click refresh just one more time, that is, and then I am closing the window. After clicking one more last time. …
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154765
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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154733
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The cover features Lincoln as a woman. Lincoln as a woman is not a thing of beauty.
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154710
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I'm waiting for your voice. My trembling hand is so damp the phone could slip from my fragile grasp at any moment. Each ring burns in my ear and makes the washing machine in my stomach tumble faster and faster. After three rings, or it could be four, or forty, I hear…
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15471911
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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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154744
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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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154742
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If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.
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154700
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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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154710
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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154711
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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154731
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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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154742
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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154732
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Sebastian and Janice had been a natural match. They sought to deny this at first because a recovery assistance program was not a place to forge intimate relationships. It worked out wonderfully in Hollywood, but Hollywood, as everyone knew, was just a facade. So…
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154711
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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15461310
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the last, best//
analgesic--/
guaranteed
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154652
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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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154664
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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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154620
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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1546117
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Names are forbidden here. So is apology.
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1546115
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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154621
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It was a strange mood, unfamiliar, not one of her usual “I'm busy wrestling with my personal demons” type of moods. She'd been steeped in it all day and I, like a shipwrecked victim reaching out for any piece of flotsam…
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