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whatever weaknesses you displayed//
as empathetic human fellow traveler,/
your command of English survives you,//
on into the last echoes of the human/
once we’re gone.
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133210
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"The Genius has since abandoned all hope of seeing full remission of the Great Descending Haze in his lifetime."
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133153
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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133100
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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133100
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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He cleaned off the pump with a steel brush. Then he took it out to the pressure washer. Out there was where a lady that looked like a witch used to move around and sit on the fences like a crow. The air was humid, and the men were dressed in heavy blue coveralls.…
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133100
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“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…
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133131
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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133111
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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133143
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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133111
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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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133175
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Forgive the doctor/
his hypocrisy -
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133175
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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133187
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. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .
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133021
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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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133021
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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communication/
with the dead
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133055
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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133011
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There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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133098
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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133000
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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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133032
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The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
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133042
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I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
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133011
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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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133011
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. . . I wanted to put Tiffany out of her misery and mine and shove her in front of the next large vehicle hurtling down the drive-through lane . . . .
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133032
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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133054
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and so I'm staying here where I am a little while (longer). Who knows where the time sleeps? I don't think I'll ever catch up with your heart again. That's the same lame novel approach I'm always stepping into to…
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133023
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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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133021
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Between the commercials, the local news is rampant with fusillade of bullets going raving mad, driven by some Machiavellian brainfuck, or bombshells smiling down with angels in black; emoticons of solid metal and pride. But you would put your faith in…
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133000
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I watched as you tried to fit yourself quite awkwardly into the small chair. Your eyes fluttered curiously around my house, and I smiled to myself. Your vision landed on my smile, and your face wore an expression of puzzlement."What are you smiling at?" you asked, your…
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