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If Heaven holds forth its own Infinity, What of selves, of ours, could we stand to see? Cradled with harsh fangs of Memory, Deep forgetfulness, give rather me- Let bright dreams be our self's divinity: Forever holds, in morrow's hours, such little…
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Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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Get a Hold of God
Get a hold of God, will you?
I have seen a lot
I saw
a Great Dane
licking the dew off
an orange bird of
paradise
Get a hold of God
and tell him that
Get a hold of God
and give him a piece of
my m
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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Every night she waited for that magical hour when her breath was quick and her heart was loud rushing in her ears 8:04 or sometime 8:20 either way she knew the voice she would hear of her beloved was coming any minute now and so she was…
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So we stayed on the train admiring the time.
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Rob slogged down First as November winds tore right on through him that Tuesday at four o'clock in the morning, letting him know that he was the only man left on the face of the whole fucking planet. Except for an old, broke,…
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What’s your favorite emotion? Mine is ripping the sky apart and standing on a star outside of time.
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We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
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in case something went wrong
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“Do you have a job? Are you going back to school,” I asked, you know, because I’m hip like that.
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Welcome to the world of (un)reality television. He/she who dies with the most stories wins. Another kind of religion. The Church of Being Famous For Whatever.
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She found Matthew toward the back, cradling an urn with a tasteful black and gold pattern. When he saw her approaching, he held it up for inspection. “You think I’d look good in this?” he asked.
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I build pedestals.It's hard workHeld together by sweat, love, and lofty thoughts - an unsound foundation.The tiniest bit of heartbreak,and it comes crashing down. Always, I blame the builder and not the vandal. The next one will be…
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I don’t see the problem. In the country I come from, language is the best part of the game.
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Light spreads its way across the sky like a drop of inkon dry cotton sheets:starts at one point and expandsas wind shufflesover bodies, seashoist your sailsand I'll throw this oneoverthe night can have itnowhear the waveshow they seem satisfiedwith their…
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
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This gravity thing, I reckon, is enamored with me. It loves me so much that it has fettered me with itself.
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A brick from the parapet splat down later as I was applying a bitter healing powder, made from the seeds of watermelons, to my raw tongue.
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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140344
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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140310
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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We can’t see anything except for glimpses of the other’s eyes, hands, mouths when we move.
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Good kid. Awesome job in big cities. Travels a lot. Enjoys Martinis and G&T. She's a romantic. Spends her time online trolling people into submission. Likes softcore porn. Sets cats on fire. Collects stamps.
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until i french kiss every atmosphere
my mouth ready to explode
like roman candles
sparking my fingers sparking off the tips
of my sparking fingers
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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140322
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Inspired by the photographic work of Susan Lipper. Grapevine series, 1988-92.
http://susanlipper.com/gv_23.html
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it acquires a fine translucence
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