1440 2 2
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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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144031
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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144089
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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144000
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Grayson Warren is living the American Dream: a 15-year career as a city cop, a great wife and two kids. And then one day his dream turns into a nightmare.
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144000
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I pat my pocket to make sure everything’s in order; a Starbucks blueberry scone to sustain me, a $50 Brooks Brothers gift card from my in-laws, and my “piece”–a fully-charged BlackBerry handheld device.
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144022
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A single woman should regard every train ride as an opportunity, I once read in one of those “How to Find A Boyfriend” books. “When boarding the train, don't take the first available seat,“ the author advised. “Walk through all the cars…
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144040
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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144053
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No girl hits hard enough.
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144074
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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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144031
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It was the first warm day of a late-arriving spring. Ben was sitting in his divorce lawyer’s office on Maiden Lane in lower Manhattan.
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144021
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"You don't need the gun," Dean said. "Bring me a bottle of peroxide and some duct tape."
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144055
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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144056
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beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
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143921
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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143984
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A man bows his head
and crosses his chest
before crossing the street
and the rain keeps falling
on his bare blue shirt
and on top of his head
The taxis will not stop
The light’s still red
as the man waits
for the sign of the hands
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143961
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HORDES OF MEN desolated, struck down, destroyed, sunken form of skin and skeleton, bare cloth matted to torso, bodycage and hipbone, face and neck darkened, bloating to black, rain the endless dream stuck fast in the stone-dead skull and blood a fine sheen over all,…
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143944
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
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143942
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A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.
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143982
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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143922
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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143932
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"Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is."
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143933
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Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
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143966
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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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143923
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While serving in government, she plotted to change it.
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143911
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we all die from the bottom up
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143900
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Should probably be faster at the cash register
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143975
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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143943
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1439177
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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143841
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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