1427 3 3
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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142710
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Bree was mean as a bag of snakes and had done laid out most of the eligible bachelors in Culloden County at one time or another to the tune that at this point no man who’d heard of her wanted much truck with her.
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1427107
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There were too many laws but not enough of the kinds she wanted. She wished for the right to go shopping. Then taste rather than disposable income or access to finance could distinguish people.
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1427177
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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142600
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The teeth I want must hold significance. Like the quote, “it’s not the destination that matters, it’s the journey,” for me, it’s the connection that I’ve had with someone and the story behind the lost tooth that interests me.
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142684
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She loves you when your words leave her dirty, semi-transparent, at times, overexposed.
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142697
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142611
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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1426158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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142600
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“Is that an erect annual plant in your codpiece, Mr. Flax, or are you just glad to see me?”
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1426109
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He looks outside, sees everything disappearing like crumbing cookies into what appears to be a giant mouth.
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142643
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Ey’, it’s where I followed him down
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142642
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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14261911
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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142600
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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142666
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Not today. Even when the Isar rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade 'til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it's bells toll out a seductive beat …
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142621
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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142611
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It's a haiku. It's its own snippet.
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142611
|
another lonely drone holding still
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142621
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I was born at the age of 42.
Some of you might regard that as a handicap, but at the time I assumed everyone was born fully grown in a corporate test kitchen. In fact, I still think of it as an advantage; like being born with a silver spoon in my hand.
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142542
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They waited not a moment longer than was necessary But moved right in and
Began their loathsome ch
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1425128
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His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.
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1425101
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These are the three facts of my life.
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142554
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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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142583
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You have the right to be happy
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1425129
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I smelled the bleach of burst anemones
the sweet arousal of the Dungeness crabs
the seaweed of sour twigs and feces
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142530
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I somehow ended up with my father's second wife's wedding ring. Although it could actually be his third wife's wedding ring.
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142562
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She buried her secrets in a bowl of brownie mix....
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142510
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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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142588
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Sunlight and the small wind/
swallow the frost/
on rooftops and windshields
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