1374 9 7
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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1373115
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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137311
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Sometimes you wait by the mailbox and he doesn't come. It doesn't come, the letter, the talisman from another world you've been waiting for, and you give up. You finally open…
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137320
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They shoveled coal into the furnace of the city so the ghosts would be warm for their haunting.
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137300
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At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.
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137372
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The bus was almost empty, just me and an Asian girl who'd cleaned up some since I'd seen her. She was wearing a too-big T-shirt that said Freakuccino and writing in a notebook. If she remembered me she didn't say so I didn't either. Everybody sheds some…
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137343
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I got one good hubcap
I lost the other 3
I just don’t know
What the heck is wrong with me
I got one good hubcap
As you can plainly see
The other 3 were seen
Just a-hanging from a tree
That’s what must’ve happened
When I ran my car ri
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137300
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They've put down roots under the dome. Want to push through the ceiling, blot out the sun. I have other plans.
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137340
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Sometimes I think there's an octopus in my stomach. In the mornings it stretches and droops its lazy head to one side — It suctions it's tentacles to the walls of my belly and pulls them together forcing me To gag, and vomit what we didn't digest of the…
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137365
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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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137333
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in case something went wrong
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137353
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we can’t hear the hum/
and the heat is imperceptible.
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137365
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"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the clouds. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…
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137301
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Miranda hugged Madam Mayweather as the girls, except Akane, gathered around them.
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137365
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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137310
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they say the sense of smell is the strongest sense connected to memory, but not for me
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137311
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Been running so long
You've been running so long
I bet you can't remember
What you're running from
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137252
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[...] A crimson post-it note/ illustrates the squiggle of a resting pulse wavering/
near the broken pencil leads and whorls of/soft wood which may be classed as evidence.
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137233
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His friend Boner, who was more accurately a friend of Milo, who was a friend of his cousin in Dubai and who had, up until this post, seemed to share thoughts in common with him, posted, “Holy Shit, Dude! What’re You On?”
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137262
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One of his operas was confiscated when he couldn’t pay a hotel bill. He ended up in a mental home, demented from syphilis.
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137242
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We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
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137210
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137211
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The man was sitting at his makeshift kitchen table. He was forty-five years old. He wore his mortarboard with tassel whenever he left his home. Once inside either a reputable establishment or one generally considered less so, he was sure to take off his m
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137261
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Minnie looked at her co-worker's nametag. "Destiny," she said to her. That's a pretty name. It suits you. You're an attractive young lady. Is your momma pretty?"
"Not like I am," Destiny said as she smoothed her shiny black hair. "I'm honest about it 'ca
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137253
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The cats sniff at the small opening,/
one by one, in a furtive casualness./
They think the outside air is sweet
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137261
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I remember one time that summer I was with you (1964) going to a bar in maybe it was Melrose Park, or Northlake, or somewhere along Roosevelt Road closer to Chicago, not as far as Cicero though. I went there with a crazy gear-head named Roger Hudson, wh
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137200
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Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
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137222
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...she did wish she lived somewhere in Ancient Rome, and from one of those seven hills, perhaps during sunset, she would resolve to roll down and meet the flaming orb just as it descended so she would dissolve into embers and ash...
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137200
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My heart was a puzzle completely incomplete,
until I learned of love in your embrace.
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137231
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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys
perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,
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