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arrogant, sullen,/
supple and ambiguous,//
English seems the ideal tongue
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1061159
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I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun
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106141
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It is not simple to love in two places, and I have always been a restless woman waiting for signs. Then you appeared walking on my very grave while the stars aligned themselves in patterns of celestial light. I have watched the moon eclipse with you drawing breath…
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106120
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I only knew that my heart was not in my life as I was presently living it. I needed the breasts of my Helen in my mouth forever, or I was going to die. Die! Ah, the life of a poet! I couldn’t go on living like this. Why should I go on living like this?
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1061109
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The thumb, incarnate, knows/
the moment of the misplaced hammer blow;/
the tongue, incarnate, the cool invigoration/
of water drawn from the dark well.
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106111
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Joseph and his little brother, Kevin, were there again. Kevin was too small to understand what had happened yet. He would usually just go off, running around the statues and playing with the wreaths; the last time they'd visited he climbed a tree and broke one of the…
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106165
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“Tell me how sad they are.”
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106120
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Finally he painted his own chair, maybe because no one would sit for him anymore (after he cut off a piece of his own ear.) The chair centered and framed so that one leg of it reached down to the bottom of the painting, seeming to be skewed a little, ou
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106154
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There are many forms of impossible love. For example when the rain soaked streets are littered with yellow leaves.When a fine mist hangs in the air, and it is twilight and you are not here
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106167
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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106165
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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106120
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The perfect murder, and it’s not even murder.
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106122
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He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
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106100
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I head out the door into Blustery cold winds Walking to my start mark I begin… Expecting in moments To hear the regular symphony Of anatomies brilliant Symmetry… Then I realize In my haste I have been thoughtless It will exact a price… …
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106084
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106020
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He sat behind her in Honors English, each day studying everything about her.......
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106000
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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106020
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A shot in the dark and everything goes black. It's as if the story never happened.
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1060104
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106022
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This was why the man on the bicycle was still in time to turn his head to her because he thought it was his sister who lived in California, because she wore the same jacket and in his inattentiveness almost ran over another cyclist.
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1060128
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the tall, thin ectomorph sat
on the verdant, green grass
as the unclothed naked woman
on the Sunday-picnic blanket
poured white cow’s milk
into a vodka shot glass
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106011
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He was rummaging through his giant pile of clothing on the floor, looking for something to wear to sleep. When he couldn't quite tell what was dirty and what was clean, he knew it was time for laundry. Just as he was going to…
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106000
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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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106032
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In this way a section of a marsh or weapons testing range, a forest or corporate landscape is transported into his living room.
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106000
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Reverend Peter Roman could stand it no more. He stopped his speech. He felt a fire burning through him, a hatred for humanity and all the weaknesses of beings not perfect before God. He stood a long while, staring at the congregation. Then, he slowly spok
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106010
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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106041
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The second time I watched him, I helped him carry her to the woods. [100 words].
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106054
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I have constructed this emotion with tinfoil and stilts. I wear the mask of a typewriter. I have roots in Minnesota. I have a glass hat and a junkyard monstrosity pregnant with parables.
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106000
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We all ran out of the house into the communal garden without fences. There stood Von Rotten with a smoking rifle in his hands, and our mascot Digger lying on his side, limp. We all looked at each other in disbelief.
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1060115
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Somewhere in the belly of the beast
something was stirring.
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