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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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1493116
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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149301
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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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149342
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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149221
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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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149255
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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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149244
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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149240
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Dear Patricia, You look marvelous. You seem marvelous. You've added wonder to Oprah's life and that's no small feat. But, here's the thing. I was working on this short story about a relative trying to get in touch with O, one of thousands, except, this one, well this one…
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149287
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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1492165
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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149223
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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149283
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goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
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149221
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I hope you enjoyed the celebration last night. Good things always come to you. I thought your family would never go home. I didn't get to sleep this morning until 2:59, although I had set my alarm to 6:10. I didn't want you to miss your plane. At daybreak,…
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149200
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When his mother was all dressed up on New Year’s Eve, and his father, even thought they had tickets for the dance, announced to her he wasn’t going to go, Johnny had gone into his room, put on a white shirt, a dark suit, his dress shoes, and a clip-o
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149276
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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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149288
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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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149231
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The trouble with alarm clocks is naturally that they are miserable. And their curse is that their misery is useful: we employ them because we want to get away from them. But we would never have one as a friend.
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149286
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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149161
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149100
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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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149173
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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149153
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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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1491105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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1491139
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149110
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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149155
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philanthropy corrugated with a smirk / printed aside every cardboard box and room / every cardboard house with every cardboard door.
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149142
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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149111
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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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149143
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149143
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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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