1330 5 4
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I would advise the younger you to change your underpants, and not to let those boys do the talking for you.
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1330106
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gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour
and just getting under way
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133021
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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133000
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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133098
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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133054
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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133000
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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1330117
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132941
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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132900
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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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132944
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The last chick in the nest
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132920
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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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132978
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132911
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You think there’s a chance the bag could be holding a severed head, or live or dead kittens.
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132932
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sometimes it's hard/ to leave the house in the morning/ when bed is so comfortable/ and you're so far away.
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132941
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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13291310
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Tentacles hold fast to the small/
thrashing thing they believe is true//
which, devoured, once crushed/
completely still, turns into shit,
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132900
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He rolls in unbidden across the stubble fields /
Old acquaintance astride a newly booming cloud/
Under sky an alien shade of strawberries whipped/
Her watch stops ticking out the rest of her/
scheduled breathing poses
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132994
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William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)
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132962
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Mom stayed up all night again Tending to her papers Pushing them around Trying to make order of the debts, the dreams and the obligations She couldn't get the columns to add up, So she shuffled them around some more and Rearranged the piles …
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132953
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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132933
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132940
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We’ve already agreed on a date when Jack posts some new pictures of himself. I have to swallow. Hard. In four days Jack’s become twenty years older!
On Thursday, a boyish thirty-something was smiling at me from my PC. This Monday I find myself stari
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132931
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She's an obese woman whose clothes don't fit: shirts that ride up too high her belly hanging out her pants suctioned to her strangely pegged legs. Her ballooned cheeks are always chapped pink her lips little slivers peeled back over small beige teeth like…
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132998
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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132832
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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132820
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He had a lean build, except, remarkably, his midsection was perfectly barrel-like. As if he kept an alien lifeform in his belly, cultivated by years of Pabst and Yuengling transfusions.
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132810
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the honesty of bodies & the lies hidden under skin.
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132886
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There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
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132865
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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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