1348 10 4
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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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134754
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“We could dooble date,” he said.
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13471310
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the last, best//
analgesic--/
guaranteed
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1347115
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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134722
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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134798
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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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134778
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134700
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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134733
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He thought of his field trip from the previous year, of Prague’s museums, statues, squares, architecture, restaurants, and various modes of transport. The town offered none of these and surely no cinema, no crowds of people, not even an old church.
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134754
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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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1347107
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and where have the years sped
how distant was your youth
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134755
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134751
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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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134742
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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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134744
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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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134722
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There is a roofer straddling part of our house, pushing shingles off of our roof with the edge of a shovel. …. I've thought seriously, at times, about becoming a nurse. Seeing your mother in a hospital bed, hooked up to a tube, more than one, too…
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134764
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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134720
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He draped the sheet over her body. Blood spotted the fabric, rose petals on snow.He left the pistol, but pocketed the first edition she'd signed. Part of his fee.In the park, he ditched the glasses, fake mustache, and anorak before making the call.The publisher called an…
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13471910
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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134777
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She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
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134621
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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134694
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He wasn't sure if I was joking.
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134601
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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134621
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In the ’70′s, Bigfoot was romantically linked with Farrah Fawcett, spotted in an Arkansas 7-11 with Elvis, and tabbed the front-runner to be Secretary of the Interior had Gerald Ford defeated Jimmy Carter.
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134632
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So do you read my writing?I text youI need to know whatyou like betterThe bloodor the gutsThat's what it is.You see Iput it out therefor you.That's not what it saysbut I know the truth.Am I smart enoughgood enoughdo you think it's crapbecause anyone can like it…
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134654
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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134621
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...to know they are not alone
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134641
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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134644
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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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134675
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