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Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.
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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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134140
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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134042
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He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.
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134000
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“A lot of kids–granted, kids who aren’t too bright–will choose a school because of its mascot, and that’s what Chipper is all about,” he says.
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134074
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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134042
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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134097
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communication/
with the dead
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134000
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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134031
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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134011
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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134032
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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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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again. It was there yesterday and maybe before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it. I've been using my binoculars lately. It is interesting to me...to bring things closer. And it's not just birds, but other things like the…
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134000
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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13402019
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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134064
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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134095
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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133911
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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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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133900
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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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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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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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133900
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…
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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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133931
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed
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