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My dad / always had a fondness for Raleigh’s kind of loss
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128800
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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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12871615
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128711
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It's been almost two years since I bought it.
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128700
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The Black night reached under his shiny silk jacket
And touched the steamy leather of his holster.
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128701
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It makes me feel like a dirty old man: adorning Celia,
Making an offering of my blue dresses, adorning Celia.
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128776
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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128711
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“Omaha is filled with fine clothing stores for men,” he says, “all of them doing very well. Whereas Minneapolis is a different story altogether.” I am trying to sleep in seat 26C. 26B is occupied by Mildred who has already introduced herself,…
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128777
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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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128751
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128742
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I wonder if it was my voice or the words I was almost but not quite saying, cautious words, the kind that wander deep inside one's mind ...
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128775
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His house incubates memories. As he sleeps, they hatch.His house is neither here nor there. It occupies a space between watchfulness and insomnia. Grey birds nest on its roof.His house is a refuge from everything except himself. The floor, walls, roof are fat with him.…
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128674
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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128600
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Her friend had been drunk, and sometimes after two or three quarts of beer, he'd tell people that he was Jewish.
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128664
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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128600
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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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128632
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My parrot Poe freezes when a crow soars outside the window the same way I do when you approach my door. You come knocking late at night. What do you want this time? I yell. To come in you say, please. Go the fuck away, I respond but you keep…
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128661
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removing oneself sometimes occurs only on the page
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128665
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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128684
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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128644
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Marcia
Get a load of
This
I got two pictures
Of food
Of food
Marcia
You're gonna
Love it
Look at this
I got one
Of just the salt and
Pepper shaker
God
You're gonna
Love this
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128565
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“You look so … distinguished.
My!” she said.
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128510
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128511
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You have more names
Than a Spanish grandee. Your lives
I’m too envious to count.
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128500
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the odd stone stands/taller than trees/it protrudes from the young forest/an old mecca but smooth
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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128551
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I was a coward and didn’t want to get killed like Heimley. Heimley was a nut at high school. I saw him myself one night put his hand right through the windshield of this car he was working on, along with a monkey wrench. Sure, he was drunk, but th
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1285146
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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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128500
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No one would have picked me out of a crowd as the morbid one, but it was true that thoughts of easy exits floated through my consciousness regularly.
I did my research—the easy methods, painless, guaranteed methods—and felt prepared to do, well, w
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