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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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1404109
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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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140400
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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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140400
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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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14042019
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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140453
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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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140455
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Wish more than ever there was a more perfect way to mean everything I say. If I could I'd certainly walk all my words right up to your face now and give them over, hand to hand so to speak. That's the point at which I'd very much…
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140497
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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140322
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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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140330
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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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140376
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years later ghosts enter. . . .
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140331
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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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140300
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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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140321
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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140342
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So we stayed on the train admiring the time.
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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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140300
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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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140363
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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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140333
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in case something went wrong
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140364
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in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
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140310
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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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140355
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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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140364
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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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140300
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I hate buying shirts. There's no point. You need a shirt, you go to the library.
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140365
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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140353
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Once, in the past or future, but definitely not in the present, I worked as a transportation minister for a friendly dictator, whose name was neither Hitler, nor Stalin, nor Kim Jong-Un, but whose mustache was toothbrush, whose smile was sardonic to the p
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140210
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A precious heart unfolding the joy within
Carefree play marked footsteps skipping along the way
Such wonders untold awaiting a time of promise
Stilled in the night by a grasping hand
Held down in silence fear feeds off this soul
Marking its to
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140231
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NO IDEAS FROM HERE Tape The knife that tore the envelope tore the apricot. What was it? Water The boxes ranked against the open room. Watch So it was cut the water bright the tub. Say …
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140211
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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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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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