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I could put on some music, but it just pushes me further away from you, so it seems. It takes me out far beyond the safety breakers and then reintroduces me to my own splashing two-fisted fear of swimming. You can swim through …
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1498 9 8
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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1498 9 10
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So where does that leave me, Roscoe Loomis wondered, dismounting his silver, aluminum steed in his sweat-soaked, spandex outfit, and, clearing the saliva from his beard he walked over, checked and smiled, learning that the bike track's timing unit showed it was Roscoe's…
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Being an uncredited bonus composition, written in the sublimest access of divine afflatus this poet believes his lyric verse has ever known. “In olden times, dark was not counted fair”: Those were the words, I think, of some old poet. …
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and coughed its grey net over the candle lit world outside. Birds of an arrow sprang into thin air and disappeared over the hills in a quick shortness of zoom-breath-- like a stiffened branch snapping . It's cold. There're …
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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1498 6 4
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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these tender girls tears recent / with stained souls, brides of dead, / cadaverous Erebus; unguarded ladder / long the down going…came Anticlea then
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1497 6 4
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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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1497 9 6
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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1497 4 1
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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When I get my legs pumping, I’ll pop a spoke if I'm not careful. Massive fucking energy! And all that fat I was talking about? I don’t even really have that much of it, any of it really. My body fat is like one percent, which the doctors tell me isn’t
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A man of action would take to his rake/
but Sloth would rather watch and wait/
for snow to erase each leaf on leaf.
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1497 6 5
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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1497 1 1
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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1497 5 4
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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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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Or, do my own red flags counter balance his. My back and forth, my restlessness, my one foot out the door, my ‘once a leaver… always a leaver’, my pitter patter for a former flame... peppered with my transgressions, my mistakes. Or, worse, the way I have
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1497 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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1497 1 0
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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1497 13 10
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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1497 1 1
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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1497 4 2
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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1496 17 11
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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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1496 13 8
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He bought damaged and used sex dolls online.
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1496 4 4
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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1496 1 0
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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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