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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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148823
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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148853
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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148800
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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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148876
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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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148874
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The energies align to compel you,/
wave by field, charge by pulse, into/
an ever increasing circle of speed
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148801
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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148881
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Sorry, I think I was jotting and not writing. I see a dropped article that would clarify my interest. I purposely didn't describe my alcohol use. There, I just did.
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148854
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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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148843
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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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1488810
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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148775
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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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148721
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"Haven't you ever had some little thing you would rather everyone just left you alone about? I don't like to have my picture taken. Please don't ask me again."
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148752
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At 11 pm, it is 87 degrees and I sit in front of the air conditioner, eating oatmeal. The oats aren't soft enough, but it is sugary and fills me. Outside, the city hovers at the edge of a brown out, people sweating hopelessly inside small boxes. In Utah, it was cold…
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148786
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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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148787
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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148796
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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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148700
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“Okay,” I say, “but my point is the only way you’d ever know if someone really loved you is if they put their life on the line when it counts. Otherwise you gotta take their word for it.”
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148742
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I was in life, in my dream. I was feeling around underneath your clothing. My fingers were shining in the underwater afterlife of memory, searching for those lovely nipple-sized mollusks. I lived in a land somewhere between the past and the future. Now
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1487105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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1487115
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She stepped inlike ice alonecould save hershe dived,slicing the wavewith her body her fresh pony tailsubmergedlike a silk scarfthen swam moving thewater awaylike whirlpoolscould hold her buoyantly save her from the headachewhispering wordsThey had been there all…
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148786
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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148655
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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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148600
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Azure took the paper and read it herself. She wondered about those four mysterious beings that communicated with her.
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148621
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148633
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The cover features Lincoln as a woman. Lincoln as a woman is not a thing of beauty.
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148673
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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14861711
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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beautiful, but you don't own beauty. You may be sexy, but you don't own desire. You may be smart, but you don't own wisdom. You may be good and kind, but you don't own love. You may like trees, but you don't own the forest. You may like to…
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