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In the end they talked a lot, shared what they could, both seemingly trying to rekindle something that was no longer hot, and yet they could not let go of each other. Year after year would prove that. Right then, just then, it seemed that the physical par
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134722
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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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134755
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134600
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You sleep in equative lip biting slumber
hugging a pillow you think is someone else.
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134643
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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134641
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His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
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134685
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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134611
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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134621
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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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134643
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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134632
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I’m sorry. We couldn’t fix the country
and left her a bigger mess than we found her
Oil leaking from her shores
earthquake batter all over her skin
We couldn’t fix her, and we’re sorry
You’ll find her wreck in tatters
at the bus st
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134675
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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134684
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134666
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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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134677
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i waited for the moon last night for hoursfell asleep with the record player on and dreamedof rain running downgutters of sea glass housesthe sun nudged me awakeand she served me toasthe's not serious,she saidhe's half baked,full of…
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134631
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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134641
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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134631
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134511
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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134500
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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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134552
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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134542
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Outbreaks of mass communal dancing—sometimes referred to as “choreomania”—occurred in Europe with some frequency in Europe between the 14th and the 18th centuries.
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134500
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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134532
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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134500
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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134500
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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
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134555
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I heard that Hollywood is remaking “Thelma and Louise” with Christina Ricci and that dark haired girl who worked on a show that plays on the television. I heard it either from the internet or from a dream. I thought about looking it up, but I don't…
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134445
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Is there anything more emphatic than an ovary?
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134497
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communication/
with the dead
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134455
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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