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Suppose you should bend your whole body backwards you know like a powerful bow and push the rest of your true self forward in my face just like Georgia O'Keeffe in nineteen-nineteen, push it all over in my general direction? My gaze would …
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114022
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Does modeling come easily to me? Am I made for the camera? Not exactly. When I pose for a shot, I feel, well, like a poser, really.
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114043
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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114050
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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114011
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we all die from the bottom up
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114011
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"...a head dizzy from my abuse."
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114035
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Does God feel the same way /
whenever you practice your indifference toward me
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114022
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a name is what you are, and a name is a wall between. one day let me be earth, so you may be allowed to say you love me. for now i am separate. i'm afraid that's how i will die, and …
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114022
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I’m just your ordinary poem,
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114044
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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114032
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she sees that no one has considered her needsshe feels left out, and so she strikes outon the offensive, nostrils flaringpoints her finger and makes her caseshe has been wronged, justified in her angershe will not back downthe accused one is hurtstrikes back with her own…
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113963
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Chewing on peppered peanuts, thin flakes scattered carelessly around his squat, Father unfurls his turban and mops his clammy pate with an open palm.
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11391413
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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113910
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Once upon a slime there was an Edenlike place that existed in outerspace all by itself. It was lonely, this little rock in space
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113943
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Unconsciously she shook her head at her own weakness in coming out to see Wayne when things were in shambles at home. Guilt had beat resolve in the cosmic game of rock paper scissors.
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113931
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Wall talks to wall. One has a clock, the other a window, the third a cupboard with bandages etcetera. The fourth a door that opens and closes a thousand times a day.Chair is across from chair. Occasionally the one looking for care picks the wrong one to sit in, and there is…
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113953
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She told me in all my past lives I’ve always been a woman, and I was stuck in this relationship and you weren’t coming back, so I should just move on and get over it. I was a little sad, but yeah, I knew I was going to go back to her one more time, just
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113910
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For weeks I hadn’t been able to think straight, waiting to lay vision on those majestic, swooning breasts.
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1139910
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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113933
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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1139103
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Melinda said forget the kegger last night, what we’re about to do will help you figure out whether you want to apply here.
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113922
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...when the doctor scrapes the baby out, he cuts out all the things that make babies, too...
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113900
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Just as he expected, the reaction was spontaneous, euphoric and unequivocally positive. With just one exception. A politician connected with the home service of his parliamentary section's boss, with the mobile phone number 0-609-3459812, and known for hi
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113944
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Bud Light, B. O.
and Freeloader Heaven,
they step onto the
back of the bus without a cent
We pass by the Karma Wash
but no one gets off the bus
We pass by the
Endless Soup and Salad Kitchen
where we witness a crowd
swarming over a ch
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113963
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She was from Tennessee,
with advantages over me.
An upbringing surrounded by books
and sensitivity.
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113900
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Mayra heard the bell ring and opened the door to her small home in downtown Havana. Mayra was in her 50's and had the beautiful dark olive skin of most Cuban people who have a mix of Caucasian and Negro in their blood.
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113965
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The world is crazy that way— two people close to me gone around the same time and I'm supposed to go on and on like those dryers and smile still and do my schoolin' still ...
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113941
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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113820
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I saw a woman stop, Stoop on the platform To pick up a penny, And wondered what it was worth To her, that disruption, That eddy in the flow of the day's rush. One hint of brightness, A tiny windfall And something changed. Lucky heads…
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113821
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Librarians love me,
you want to know why?
I don’t dog-ear pages,
I don’t even try.
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