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She wore no bra. As she jammed the truck into park and pushed against the heavy door, he saw the points of her nipples against her dress. Ice filled his belly, the most beautiful pink-colored ice.
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147442
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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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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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147432
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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It's one of the most difficult problems of aesthetic philosophy: What do we mean when we say that a song is sad? None of the big names--Aristotle, Kant, Croce–Benedetto, not Jim–come close to answering it.
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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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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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147442
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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A tissue, she was saying - hand me a tissue. Her seat belt was locked and she was rocking back and forth in it cinching wrinkles into her favorite blue silk blouse. I can't remember her wearing anything else. Her hands were gesturing - on and on- an endless loop…
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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When people talk about the end moments when one's life flashes before his or her eyes, they often refer to time as slowing down. I can attest to this phenomenon during my final moments, before the collision: the song playing on the radio, the squeal of tires and flash of…
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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I knew we were going to fail. The night we met, when we got out of the car, I dropped my green glove in that puddle, you picked it up but it was ruined. That set the precedent for our whole life together. You can't look at me anymore. My cigarette…
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It comes to me at night, the monster. I don't even realize it's in the room until I hear it breathing behind me. It reaches out its hands and places them on my shoulders. Its fingers are furry and soft, but strong. They grasp the muscles on either side of my neck, and I…
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Then I did the same to you, inhaling your scent which was one thing at your hairline and another at your collarbone.
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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There's something about the way he touches me every time that makes my heart skip a beat and pushes the air from my throat. I shiver under his hot breath while he whispers softly and pulls himself closer, letting his fingers glide…
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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Those who don’t die, desire, descend. No song aloft arises from my irk. The seeing chieftain, not of sea, nor sand, nor boat, I till nightfall stammer alive, dig boneless trenches against tiding dregs and lathe, hunt, wallow, plow the hours, call in awei
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Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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It starts with a letter, down the back of the couch, ending, ‘love, always.' I read only the kisses aimed at me - a firing line running off the page. How long has that letter hidden there? It secreted itself in a corner of the house…
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