1421 3 3
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Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
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1421 0 2
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We’d told her that Kasey waitressed. We talked about it a lot, trying to figure something out. I wanted to be honest with her. Kasey said she was too young to understand. I said that was why honesty wouldn’t hurt anything. Kasey said what about later.
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All the things that are his.
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1421 2 1
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He and she are fucking while I watch. She's moaning deep desire and he's pounding flesh into flesh. I'm fully clothed, eyes attune to their fornication, studying. He comes inside of her; their bodies stiffen and then wriggle against one another. …
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1421 1 1
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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1421 0 0
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Every morning when he wakes, he lies in bed and waits for one of his toes to twitch or spasm; the moment he feels one of them thrust forward, he gains courage to test his legs. He grimaces either way: one more day of walking, one more day until loss, one more trip to the…
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1421 0 0
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Your father, his father, and his before that, your mother, her mother, and all the way back have kept a tradition by chance or by will to each have a baby (or several) until…
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1421 4 3
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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1420 6 6
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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1420 7 5
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I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
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1420 2 2
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You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
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1420 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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1420 10 7
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My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
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1420 5 1
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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1420 9 5
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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1420 5 4
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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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1420 7 6
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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1420 4 4
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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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1420 1 0
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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1420 4 3
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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1420 5 5
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While watching the ever-present crowds
passing by on my insides, I noticed,
by accident, a man smiling
who might have been me, not sure.
Maybe I’m eating soap
for the first time, because I am
either frothing or foaming
at the mouth.
An
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1420 1 1
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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1420 4 3
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"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."
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1420 7 6
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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1420 2 1
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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1420 2 1
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Neither you nor I is old enough, of course,
to remember that America’s most
popular athlete once was a horse.
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1420 0 0
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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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1420 0 0
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Ayane took another look of the area and it was large warehouse. A loud thud vibrated outside.
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1419 2 1
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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1419 1 1
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Behold! Passion fruit!Aureolin sun condensedRolls off palm and tongue.Spurn taut rounded skinWait for wrinklesRipeness revealed, resplendent —The pinnacle of worth.
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