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Before Genesis, digesting the primordial soup.
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153180
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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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153190
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Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
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153186
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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153050
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You are Day I am Night Let us Meet In the Afternoon And…
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1530158
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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153000
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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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153054
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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153000
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“We are NOT starving!” I stated emphatically. “What ever gave you the idea that you are starving? Honestly, Annie, you are so melodramatic. You have food in front of you right now, don’t you?’ I said pointing to her plate of potatoes and so
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153086
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There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
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153000
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But she didn't. It would have been no historical anomaly if she had, by the way. She played with the world like it was a toy. Sometimes I wondered if I'd wake up in a box, a victim of live internment, and scream only to be humiliated later by her laughter
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1530179
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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153086
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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153065
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He doesn't call, not even on her birthday. She doesn't mention it or complain. She knows she doesn't have it as bad as some, even in this privileged Triangle of North Carolina. She is white and pretty and belongs to what's left of the middle…
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153051
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Darkness was fast approaching. I stuck out my tongue at Naya, and she reached out as if to grab…
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1530105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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153011
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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153033
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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153000
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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1530810
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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152964
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just before my break,/ he came on the line,/ old and slow with computers now/ but wanting a discount/ he'd been told he qualified for.
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152900
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If I remember him at all it’s because I decided not to flunk him so he could graduate. I had this theory that teachers should be bound by the same oath as doctors, First, do no harm.
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152944
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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152961
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HORDES OF MEN desolated, struck down, destroyed, sunken form of skin and skeleton, bare cloth matted to torso, bodycage and hipbone, face and neck darkened, bloating to black, rain the endless dream stuck fast in the stone-dead skull and blood a fine sheen over all,…
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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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1529114
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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…
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152910
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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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152964
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When I look at the picture on my refrigerator, I always think the same thing: "Hitler was a baby once too, look how well he turned out."
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152900
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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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She put the Necco wafer on Sally's tongue."You can't be the priest, Emma" Sally said nearly choking on the hard, chalky disk."Then why you on yaw knees stupid?""You said to be prayin' and like in church, but you can't be doin' priest stuff. That's for…
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