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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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133898
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Dressed as an English professor on Halloween
I escape the red devil and run downtown.
I go to the Art Car hangar
I dance, I swing my golden brown briefcase
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133811
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Daddy says he needs to go to the movies at night to relieve his stress, so Momma wakes us up, puts coats over our pajamas, leads us to the car ...
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1338124
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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133800
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Behind the bellicose façade lay a soft, compassionate soul. He sat within a swirl of rosy twilight hues, buoyed by the gently creeping tide. A dark wall approached and he mechanically spun and began stroking into the glassy canvas of light and ocean that lay between him…
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1338128
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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133854
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Mon wakes up surrounded by trees. The light is grey, the trunks black.How long have I slept? he wonders.He doesn't know which way to walk. In every direction, the same prospect of trees. He looks up at a blank sky. No sign even of the sun.***He starts walking. Slowly,…
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133894
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I’m not / going to change you I /promise
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133800
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Mayumi approached them; her memories of their faces from the texts they received from each other had come alive.
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133864
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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133820
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Night became day and back again in the span of a heartbeat, the familiar strangeness of the sudden change stinging like dust in the eye.
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133800
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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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133821
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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133811
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Suddenly the producer, Irving, tosses a new idea into the discussion, an idea for a possible film. Then the writer, Herbert, does the talking. He performs, in fact, puts on a one-man show. The idea! The idea! It's…
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133841
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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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133763
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On Tuesday, he wears his suit to the cafe. Of course they'll let him pay! Of course. Under the table, his wife accepts their wadded bills.
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133764
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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133743
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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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133784
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She loves you when your words leave her dirty, semi-transparent, at times, overexposed.
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133783
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You have the right to be happy
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13371312
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My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
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133711
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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133776
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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133721
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Life to her had come to resemble one of those mazes you find in a puzzle book, inscrutable except by those with exceptional IQs. Mary would run her pencil down one path in search of the passage that might penetrate to the exit, then another, but the paths
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133799
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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133722
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the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
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133742
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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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133740
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One could count fifty moons hanging in the sky, in rows and columns of smaller skies.
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133785
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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133751
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Darkness was fast approaching. I stuck out my tongue at Naya, and she reached out as if to grab…
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