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with peaty aromatics, opened,/
and a welcomed sting, swallowed,
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129341
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The second time I watched him, I helped him carry her to the woods. [100 words].
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129242
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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129252
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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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129210
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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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129221
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“Good to see you, old man,” Greg said. He was like that, an investment banker, a latter-day Tom Buchanan without the polo ponies, self-consciously fusty.
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129211
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He licks his lips and mouths the air, salivating, unashamed of his propensity for the round, pink grapefruit, the almost egg-shaped oranges, the firm, juicy tangerines.
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129233
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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129241
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the cocksucking of strategic death planning
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129243
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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1292159
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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129233
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12922019
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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129200
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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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129220
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I've done the math, it didn't count. All the days and years of endless boredom. Of waiting for the next best thing, trapped inside your mind like a lifetime prison sentence. Maybe one day we'll be free, maybe one day we won't feel so oppressed. But when does that day…
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129231
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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1292146
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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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129220
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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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129287
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. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .
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129255
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F Bomb I am coming in like a blackbird. Like I'm going to tickle your mud. I am coming in carrying a half-sunk message backward. Is that your lonesome answer? I am coming in to sweep for all saints. 'Course I didn't just wake up…
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1292106
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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.
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129142
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My boyfriend had to work but had gotten a turkey for free and thought I could make it for everyone for Christmas Eve dinner. I had never made a turkey before, and not much of anything else. Now if my sister had been there, it might have been a meal of cul
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129121
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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1291147
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Through the Walmart parking lot
they came...
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129166
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The moon, a cataract cloaked in its charcoal fog, slowly seeps among the trees; night's unguent.Its glance is constant and white,its arc known. I watch its brow of bone with constant wonder.The long, slow funeral of America is taking its time; its…
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129155
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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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129140
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I've been chasing something that cannot be caught.
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129100
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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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129197
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The same, some things you Can't explain, most trees Have felt it go bone dry at the roots before. I've learned to let love Go bye bye. You think they don't Want to answer your pathetic knocks, But they're…
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