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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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152185
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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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152142
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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152100
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I'd had a long, hard fall from the pinnacle of the profession. I made the mistake of accepting a mouse pad, coffee mug and a fleece pullover with the logo of Upchux, an anti-reflux drug, on the left breast where you'd get heartburn.
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152151
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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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1521910
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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152186
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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152100
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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152183
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goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
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152155
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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.
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152121
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He and she are fucking while I watch. She's moaning deep desire and he's pounding flesh into flesh. I'm fully clothed, eyes attune to their fornication, studying. He comes inside of her; their bodies stiffen and then wriggle against one another. …
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152123
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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152134
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Carl’s peculiarity of toilet paper rolls is not covered under the Americans with Disabilities Act – he’s looked it up.
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152111
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A hinge in my heart is broken.
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152021
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Despite the newly bright bricks and the working clock, Cassie couldn't help but take a deep breath before entering King Street Station. She had always tried to hold her breath when her family cut through it on the way to Mariners games but had never succeeded, not…
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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152083
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You have the right to be happy
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152000
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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152065
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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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152021
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Their tongues were dry, her milk was gone, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug had evaporated.
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152021
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I stared at these meteor impacts, feeling far away, a lone sentient cloud admiring the scoured yet wondrous earth-of-this-girl below me, the lean slope of her side, the soft dip of her neck, the sharp edge of her cheekbone, the monarch wing of her eyelash
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152021
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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152088
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now I cannot shake. I am only one person. Thereis a sadness I cannot understand. Fathom. Control. Manipulate. Detonate.I used to kiss her tenderly. Do you think this sadness is wise to us? Don't point that gun at me! There is a sadness. There is another war. Iam…
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152000
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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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1520139
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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152073
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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152043
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Before the paint spikes Coney Island to the wind, I walk home through the strum of a shield, colder than the one he left behind. For the hour I sprawl along the sidewalk in her laugh, crater's shadows for Wonder Wheel, he is midnight sun in The Last Waltz. Where the glow…
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152021
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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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152042
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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151964
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The sad march goes ever on. It stretches endlessly over an eternity of painful hills, as unnatural as lumps under the skin, into the deserted broken down streets, the forgotten unprotected alleyways, always adding more and more lost children to…
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