1484 7 5
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The pool deck was covered with the bloody footprints of resident gawkers.
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148453
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We entered the castle at dawn. The dim light feebly illumined an array of antiques and medieval weapons. Bats dangled from the high vaulted ceiling, enfolded in membranous wings. What were once chandeliers radiating light were encrusted with webs and the ancient wax…
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148487
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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1484125
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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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148453
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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148400
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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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148432
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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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148474
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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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148454
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In December of 2003, Daniel Arredondo succumbed to his years long battle with colon cancer. If the name is unfamiliar, you're not alone. He did not answer to the name Daniel Arredondo. For most of his life, from seventeen years old to the end, in fact, he went by the name…
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148455
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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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1483116
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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148322
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Later, my daughter told me that she hadn't been scared because as I lay on the ground unconscious I continued to laugh, gradually relaxing into a big smile as I came around a minute later.
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148340
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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1483128
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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148373
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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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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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148300
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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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148388
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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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148330
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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1483105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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148343
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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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148398
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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148221
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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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1482158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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148233
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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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148273
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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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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148296
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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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148255
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148201
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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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