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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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131254
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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131210
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"The Genius has since abandoned all hope of seeing full remission of the Great Descending Haze in his lifetime."
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131132
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... she’d stolen her boyfriend away from her, leaving her with a goldfish and a cat. Oh, and a pillow and some lights, she added. And I can’t really see you, because I’m blind.
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[...] A crimson post-it note/ illustrates the squiggle of a resting pulse wavering/
near the broken pencil leads and whorls of/soft wood which may be classed as evidence.
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I took a left, it's less safe
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131133
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in case something went wrong
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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131141
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Lipstick on the bolt, she told herself, if it's no good in the slot anymore.
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131110
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i could smell it,
my scalp split on
that same damn nail,
i hammered down 20 times,
it kept coming loose
that warped floorboard
i never should have tacked in
when i built this house.
it always squeaked
at the base of the stairs
when i snuck
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1311127
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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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131075
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and springs its ready-made claws into action and takes a soppy chance that things will probably go its feline way today. But you, my friend, must you always throw the testing switch to high voltage on me? Yeah I get that the history teachers…
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131000
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He thought of natural violence that had to do with the wind and the Atlantic Ocean. He thought of the Gulf Stream, that important title, that someone had shown him on a map and explained about in detail.
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131031
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Stone-gathering became my job
by default. Digging the foundation, trundling the loaded wheelbarrow away from the site, yours.
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131065
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“You look so … distinguished.
My!” she said.
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131021
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For eight years I have been living with a man named Darren Fletcher, who I will refer to as “Bud” to preserve his anonymity.
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131032
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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131055
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before five/glancing down Academy Street/sloping west to where the tracks crossed/twisted tangled metal on wheels.
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131043
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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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It's definitely not her pretty face that made him smile so quirkily when she returned in the evening.
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The sometimes shiver that arrives from awkward silences and the more often cold that comes from midwestern winters.
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130910
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A precious heart unfolding the joy within
Carefree play marked footsteps skipping along the way
Such wonders untold awaiting a time of promise
Stilled in the night by a grasping hand
Held down in silence fear feeds off this soul
Marking its to
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1309128
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What does God find abhorrent?
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130911
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In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.
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130920
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"Oh, God. What do we say?..."
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130933
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my pilgrim tongue
on the map of
your body
seeks sanctuary
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No one wanted to bear witness
to this grand emasculation
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