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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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148353
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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148332
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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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148332
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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148311
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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148220
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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148200
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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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148286
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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148251
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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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1482165
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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148200
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I was watching the bustling crowd below, sipping on a teacup full of Victory Gin when the scream, no a howl, cut through the murmuring of footsteps and telescreens.
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148200
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The county sent two crews, one to get Mr. Meyers, the old shut-in, tall and affable, but quiet and bent, like a crooked coat rack with a porkpie atop, the other for his dog, an english setter whom he shadowed like a familiar. I say he was the familiar and
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148230
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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1482105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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148254
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You can tell your doctor the truth
Even if no one else will stop and listen
He or she may have a balm for it
To help make it go away
Or at least go into remission
Remission is the staging area for Lies
Corporate and otherwise
We don’t have
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148255
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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148298
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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148196
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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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1481128
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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148173
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They called him “Albert, the Human Armadillo,” and he was. Rows of hard scales ran down the course of his chest, and he was studied and biopsied by doctor after doctor. “Psoriasis,” they said. “Or, eczema.” They prescribed ointments and oils that left him
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148142
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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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148155
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148188
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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148164
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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148143
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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1480107
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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148011
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1. On the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Eve woke to find herself transformed into a gigantic chess piece made of zeros and ones.2. Eve gazed so long at her smartphone that she found herself falling into it.3. She fell for a time that may have been short or long or…
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1480158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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148000
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Two women are escorted to the desert, where they are shackled to the ground. Who are they, what have the done, and will they survive?
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