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You sleep in equative lip biting slumber
hugging a pillow you think is someone else.
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134842
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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134853
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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134841
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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
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134864
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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134811
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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134821
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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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134843
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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134800
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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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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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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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There was something about the boy that made me uneasy. Maybe it was the reverse widow's peak on his forehead or the way he wiped away his snot with the back of his hand. It could have been his red flannel shirt that reminded me of the hillbillies from the mountain…
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134822
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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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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
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134755
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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134785
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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134700
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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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134700
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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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134752
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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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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My accordion's name is Sophia and she is from Italy. She was born in fairytale fashion, the way my life in Madrid can sometimes be. A great and nurturing friend gathered money from many friends in our village, to buy me an accordion for my birthday. It was…
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Professor Immanuel Danda finished his Ph.D. at 21, which, according to most of his friends and a few of his enemies, makes him a genius, though, personally, he always found himself to be a scruffy loser, if one were to believe, above all else, the mirror
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134775
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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134784
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134752
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I’m up to my ass in social media.
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134766
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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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134700
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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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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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134741
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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If you find a lone, sad honeybee, buy a Habitrail cage and make it your new pet.
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