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OhYou like quiet nights in?I do tooBut we might not get alongbecauseOnly part of youwants silence
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1338107
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Once you descend, the third rail/
hums its invitation
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133811
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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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133876
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Beneath maples, oaks, and birches/an autumn apocalypse empties unruly brightness
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133821
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The officer’s eggs and bacon rested on the asphalt amid shattered ceramic and boot heels.
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133865
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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133832
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Rose was the easiest lay in the Fletcher Memorial Home For The Aged.
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133821
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I remember sitting there on the first unfinished rooftop, watching you building houses out of words. You hammered in grammar and punctuation; you said these things needed to be hammered in by hand. You drove the long straight exclamation …
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133834
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LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHINGIf you think by your death you have left me alone, to pine, to regret, to watch cable tv, you're wrong.At bedtime I wear a new black lace gown,and arrange myself to advantageon sheets finer than any we shared.I've left the…
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133833
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This is a warrant for your arrest.
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133892
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i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens…
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133876
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For decades the land the village sat on had switched its allegiance between two countries.
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133830
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Plus women can be really sexy when their horny and plump with baby envy. If I could make a hard-on I’d like to be around for that.
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13381812
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the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
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“Kids okay?” I didn’t mean anything by it–it would have been innocent small talk any other time–but he took up the suggestion.
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133821
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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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133700
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Realization of one's ongoing decline. Not a bad thing.
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Will it take the rise/
of cyber guerillas to finish it/
in the way it should be finished
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133761
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Everybody will be talking about it
on campuses across the country
“Hey! You’ll never guess who’s toilet
I bought. I’m not shitting you!”
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133710
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In the mechanics of the fantasy, it is essential that the wiring is maintained, all circuits working, every current flowing with the precise measurements, lest the system malfunction and the world completely lost. The engineers are constantly abuzz, constantly understaffed…
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133700
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Try and put my bones back in
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133710
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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133755
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We spend our days on the beach, working on our tans. My pale wife hides under a big floppy hat. The water is crystal clear.
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133710
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But oh my goodness ladies and gentlemen, out from under the vast reeking field, under this generation another generation has been rising and they are bursting up out of the soil of corpses they were boiling under there all along and they are bursting up o
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133741
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Jeans. You passed yours along to me with some helpful tips.
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13371710
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It is with great sadness I announce the passing of Ann Bogle on February 28, 2023 after a brief illness. Ann was longtime contributor and editor of these pages and a champion of small press and emerging writers.I knew Ann since the late 1970's when she was an undergraduate…
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1337169
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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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The falling may continue//
forever.
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133776
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These words are dripping Delaware and these words are eating your eyes.
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133710
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There was an implicit understanding, made clear by Athena's gentle stroking of Freddy's silky blond hair, that he would share her canopy bed with its frilly fuchsia pillows. He didn't mind this, despite despising the color of the pillows.
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