1521 5 2
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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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152175
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152196
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"It was one kiss. No tongue. What does that even mean?" Lindley tried to see Leah as any other patient, "What do you want it to mean?" "I don't know," Leah whined, tears welling, "something, maybe. You know I hate surprises." Her sister was not another…
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152121
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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152153
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Before the railroad tracks are blown off by the wind, the wall tiles morph to trace 34th Streetwhile a silver balloon emerges from the end of the tunnel. A child’s hand reaches out for the gleam and she, the woman in a black-dress with a mandarin collar,
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152142
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He brought me flowers once, three wilted carnations I put in water, though the sight of them made me uneasy. He brought me pictures once, too, of three sisters—ten, twelve, fourteen—straddling dirt bikes. He touched my shoulder once, as I edited pictures …
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152133
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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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152134
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Carl’s peculiarity of toilet paper rolls is not covered under the Americans with Disabilities Act – he’s looked it up.
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152198
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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152021
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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152044
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1520158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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152000
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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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152010
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I’m not ready for football. I’m not ready for it, but I live in a southern town that worships at its altar more devoutly than those suicidal beauties in James Wright’s great poem.
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152054
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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152000
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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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152000
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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15201817
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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1520179
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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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152055
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philanthropy corrugated with a smirk / printed aside every cardboard box and room / every cardboard house with every cardboard door.
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152075
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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152021
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I hope you enjoyed the celebration last night. Good things always come to you. I thought your family would never go home. I didn't get to sleep this morning until 2:59, although I had set my alarm to 6:10. I didn't want you to miss your plane. At daybreak,…
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152042
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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152030
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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152032
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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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152032
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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152087
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152090
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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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152054
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In December of 2003, Daniel Arredondo succumbed to his years long battle with colon cancer. If the name is unfamiliar, you're not alone. He did not answer to the name Daniel Arredondo. For most of his life, from seventeen years old to the end, in fact, he went by the name…
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151943
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Her son was doubtless the biggest wanksta that ever went to Andrew Jackson in the whole crumby history of the school.
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