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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 first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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My dad / always had a fondness for Raleigh’s kind of loss
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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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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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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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Now that you can go to a body shop and get nearly any mod you can imagine printed and attached in about an hour, every cracker-ass redneck is sporting a twelve-point rack...
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Oryn led Ragnorak to a window. It was darkened in the corners with only a red light over the Nocturne.
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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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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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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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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First Fall in Love by Darryl PriceWhat the black lives matter peopleare saying is black lives matter, too.Just as much. What blue meanies aspeople are saying is blue mattersmore. I don't believe that and neithershould you. What the green lives matterpeople are saying is we…
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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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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But even if the truth
Never sets me free
I'll know this ain't the end of me
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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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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It makes me feel like a dirty old man: adorning Celia,
Making an offering of my blue dresses, adorning Celia.
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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You have more names
Than a Spanish grandee. Your lives
I’m too envious to count.
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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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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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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That is a six-word story. Notice that the meaning does not change with the word count. Syllabic count: pentameter (ten). Keep these commas.
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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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