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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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134331
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Esmée sat alone at a table on the terrace at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. She had been there ten minutes and no waitress had approached her.
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134354
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The cellar smelled like an aroused muskrat.
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134341
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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134398
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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134384
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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134341
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When I was young I bowed with such forgotten politeness, a young salesman, enchanting, in the silken trades. But I remembered the sun also when it was in Hades, which had forgotten to set, or to rise.
Peace, also, dangled there by the neck. Such a pre
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134321
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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134323
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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134300
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“Well in opposite heaven every time you make scrambled eggs the shells break into a million pieces, then you spend eternity picking them out of the yolk.”
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134373
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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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134284
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She loves you when your words leave her dirty, semi-transparent, at times, overexposed.
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134244
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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134200
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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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134254
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She is alone in the ocean
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134265
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His shirts he hangs on the back of the chair, one on top the other so they won't wrinkle.
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They were discussing reincarnation,
what animals they would come back as.
"I'd be a vole," Cranshaw said. Is a vole
even an animal? Connie asked.
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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134253
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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134200
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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134154
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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No one commented on her altered appearance, although Will in Accounts said he quite liked her hair like that, so she assumed that no one could see the snakes. But she still felt self-conscious, exposed. She had to remember not to talk to them when she was…
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134152
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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134120
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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“We are NOT starving!” I stated emphatically. “What ever gave you the idea that you are starving? Honestly, Annie, you are so melodramatic. You have food in front of you right now, don’t you?’ I said pointing to her plate of potatoes and so
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134163
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I wear boots over bare legs feigning ignorance
To the coming storms, the snow the ice the cold
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The four Grannies say, “GO!” and leap from the window. King's pickup is below, and he has lined the bed with his mother's throw pillows. Sundresses fly. Blue plastic diapers billow. They want cigarettes. I light their smokes with King's pearl-handled lighter as…
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