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the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others
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if i could i would leave/ my beating heart like flowers/ pumping blood upon your doorstep/ in gory testament/ to the way you make me feel.
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We gave our cigarettes names.
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In the morning I listen through an ear-trumpet
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Anneliese inserted one of her crystal drops in Hymen's left ear and kept her left earring in. For a quarter, she bought a handful of cashews and plopped them on a red napkin.
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[My baloney has a first name: it's Oh, Ess, Cee, Ay -- shit! I forget the rest! Can we start over?]
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Her eyes still fixed on him as if to whisper her concerns of fidelity.
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and you imagine euthanizing them if what she says is true, that she is leaving them to you in her will.
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I dreamt, said the Donkey, of an apricot. An apricot the size of a heart. …
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Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
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What
I learned/one summer/in the North East/Thessaloniki heat was. . . .
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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“I can't go to sleep,” Jonathan said, laying on the doctor's couch. He counted on his fingers to keep his mind active. “I'll certainly die if I do.”
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I've never liked kind eyes;I prefer drive.Or fire.And when a woman's eyes are described as "doe,"I hear "dumb."Like an animal.
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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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"Psst! You can't hide behind a broken dream.The gardenia's hint that fills your air with her perfumed scent will remain like a residue on your mind. I wish there were an antidote I could share with you, but alas, my apothecary drawer is empty. Many times it's been my…
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If Mad Dog were interrogated by female U.S. forces in a combat-riven no-woman’s-land to see if he was really an American, he couldn’t name the most recent WNBA champion.
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This time he was dressed in a snap-brimmed hat, zoot suit with a gold chain and two-toned shoes; something out of a sad, lost Los Angeles past. I had no choice but to follow him as he walked down stairs that led to the Metro. We stood near one another,…
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“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
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The white Boeing 747, all three hundred and sixty eight seats of it, prepared to depart from Johannesburg Airport. Mild conditions on a clear flight path coupled with the soothing voice of the first officer didn't allay my unease. I offered a friendly nod to the…
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An infested, indifferent universe . . .
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Whistler pounded a nuanced nail,
into our inferior foreheads.
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It was a bright day in April, the cruelest month, and the gears and pumps of the train beat on into the still air.
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Her name was Christine
and she was nailed to the cross
of their lust
and their greed,
and their vengeance
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contacts, false eyelashes, strappy open-toed sandals
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He fought off the U-boat packs in the Atlantic — one hand on the tiller, one on the torpedo launch button.
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