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I reach out and grab a can of soup with each hand and spin them around to dive into this much-heralded sodium situation. It's a landslide. I almost smile as I put low sodium back and continue to hold tightly onto regular.
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149865
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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149864
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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149774
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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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149796
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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149700
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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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149786
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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149765
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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14971911
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149711
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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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149754
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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149700
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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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149722
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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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149787
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149775
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149732
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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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149710
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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149711
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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149742
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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149664
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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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149643
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Let me swim into your eyes. Let me show you my world. My album. My Albania. My albumen.
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149641
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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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14961210
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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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1496138
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He bought damaged and used sex dolls online.
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149644
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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149610
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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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149677
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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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14961711
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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149641
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149651
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The clip-clopping of footsteps now echoes from the opposite end of the alleyway, and as you turn to face the figure who appears behind you, the figure wearing a fierce Noh-drama mask, you determine that this time you will enlist its aid in decoding this r
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