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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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1360123
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But this ache wouldn't leave me.
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1360158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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136000
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When we saw the window, we were impressed. It was so clean and transparent that it reminded us of a new pair of glasses, everything so crisp and clear through it. It looked on to nothing. Actually it looked on to the refridgerators and a few stoves, though most of the…
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My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
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136098
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6. to register for the draft
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136065
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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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136010
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For weeks I hadn’t been able to think straight, waiting to lay vision on those majestic, swooning breasts.
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136074
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(2:56 a.m.): "Hi it's Charlie it's Pat at 4:00 in the morning my time. I just wanna tell you that I wouldn't mind getting him in bed with you the rest of my life."
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136000
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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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I saw Vincent one day, sitting at a café table that was situated right next to the quays of the Seine, with another artist by the name of Bernard. Vincent had his back to me, and he was leaning forward in his usual hyper-excitement, gesturing wildly
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13601511
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She was not the usual member of the band, not the girl nextdoor, not next to any door, not a regular housekeeper or woman. She was a ditch digger, a pied, circular piper, a mouse hugger.
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......Based on an ad I heard on the radio from Mass. General Hospital in BostonHave you ever experienced death?Have you been in grief,past the cut off periodof six months?Has it affected your life?Has it strained relations with your wife?It is our beliefthat you…
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The girls of spring, they’ll stop your heart
When they forsake cosmetic art
They practiced back when skies were grey
and clouds obscured the light of day.
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136032
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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136000
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Could I really seduce and rob a total stranger -- just on a dare?
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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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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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135962
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Your brother is not really blind.
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135942
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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Able to search through centuries, I click, scribble, skim,resurrect wet stone walls, the smell of burning peat.Bob's your uncle; Peggy's your aunt.Name your family, child. My brother said helloto Uncle Shirley and Aunt Greg. I was more…
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135900
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
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135985
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The problem with drinking gin in the desert is that eventually there is no more gin but the desert is still there.
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135900
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By the time I was born, my parents were already sickened, blackened, blighted people.
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Ascent/Assent
Together the horizon/
Catechism of love
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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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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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135900
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Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
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In the exquisite now, I feel everything around me, in me, before and after, I think, I should call you, say goodnight, but I do not, choose instead to write this poem, as though I can capture the magic of what is happening between us in words, A…
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