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Hail the yellow cab the yellow one will do just fine as second condiment to the sun
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140542
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Some great, doubtless precious;
some hollow, likely empty;
some only shards, but you never know...
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140532
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I used to compare her to a sunburnthe first of the summerit is always the worst oneexposed skinalmost hot to the touchturning warm and pinkthen raw and redit is a transition that is effortlessbut still you can feel it happeninga lot like loveyou can feel it all around…
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1405118
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I heard a voice. It was calling me as from a far-off cloud. I listened, holding my breath, and heard it again, though fading away, barely audible. If I hadn't known my name I wouldn't have decrypted it. Three hazy syllables clearly detached with a sigh between each of them.…
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140585
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Every encounter is a dance, every secret has its key
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140563
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While most spread their time in other occupation, I traveled through books and grew my imagination. I knew endless bliss. I was a book eater. I would just devour books that I loved and slug through those I didn't, just to make myself eat the truths and li
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140521
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I saw three kids the other day, two girls and a boy, crouched in conspiracy
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140533
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" . . . it's overcast with scattered rain along the Wabash River as I approach the federal correctional complex . . . "
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140573
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His audio archive of Bay Area musicians extends along two walls, twenty-five by fifteen feet, in drawers of C.D.s hundreds deep. Where will it go, I asked, permanently.
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140532
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Moonless sky of stars, silently flickered by bats, with constellations defined and bold. The curve of the plough matching that of your shoulder, as if it were a decoration.
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140555
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The blind can be a little bit
Angry now and then
Trying to be independent
They don’t want or need your help
Usually. They’re a little like bees
You have to learn to leave them alone
But I remember one day when I
Guided the fingers of Bli
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140564
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His beloved are paper-thin when he blows into the free end. Green tint from copper.
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140522
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Robbie’s wrists itched hard, the cord was sunk in so tight his hands were bordering now on blue, now purple. Too late to matter.
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140521
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In moving crowds I plan to break you.
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140511
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Liz lies in bed next to a stranger. He is snoring softly, and she turns her head toward him, looking at his eyelids flutter as he enters REM sleep. He stirs and rolls over on his side away from her. As he does so, he pulls part of the comforter with him, exposing her…
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140522
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They can’t help
Seeing a child even there
In the crude brushstrokes.
They say it is me.
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The entire room seems waiting for me like an octopus behind a closed, chained door. The monk of the lamp knows he will get his daily turn-on if he prays loudly and just enough for it. The favorite chair has my blue dent in its punched…
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140400
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these dead letters for you... and then they withdrew...
something happened on the way to shabriz...
my fingertips fell on their knees.
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140422
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The next morning Grandpa said the body was gone, no one explained to him the situation, when he asked about her they all simply said, “Scarltanua”.
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140453
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Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
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140400
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Without light it is black.
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140463
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" . . . the government works for the aliens now, taking over the world. That's why everything's so screwed up."
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140440
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Diane couldn’t shake her compunction. Though eight and a half months had passed, nothing felt right anymore. Their conversation played out in her dreams, and stilled her during everyday errands.
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140411
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"...a head dizzy from my abuse."
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140432
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Tuesday morning while Frank was in Dr. Jawarski’s office, Michiko was sitting in the waiting room of a gynecologist’s office.
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140453
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I don't look like other poets. /
People hardly believe it when I say /
"I write poetry, sometimes. /
During lonely evenings."
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140473
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Not the torn magazine page, not the smell of ink, not the sweat of palm nor the froth of irish spring
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140463
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Now I know
All you need is coffee
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There are many ways to cope effectively with your life after a Les Miserables run, and everyone is different, but here are some things that have helped others work through the process.
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