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It's not actually about blow jobs, sex, or coitus of any kind. You probably won't like it.
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122123
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Now, as we sat on lawn chairs /
on the balcony to watch the meteor shower
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122152
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My sweet granny was like Exhibit A that I was adopted. I mean, how can anyone be sure?
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The green on your shoulder Is worth all their papery property taxes And then some. They cash in every friendship As if it were nothing more than a Ripened apple for pie. Get rid of The thing before it begins to Rot into some…
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122121
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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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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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122120
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"Time really flies.”
“I thought that was only when you were having fun,” he said.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
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Last night I decided to go through my bag of wind and sort things out. I'm a hoarder, and wind is no exception. I collect winds. I found two siroccos, five simooms, three foehns, eight Chinooks, ninety gales, thirty zephyrs, two nor'westers, a monsoon, a…
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I’d like to thank no one.
But especially my first love in life
For putting me through hell
With all her lies and eternal sweetness
Toward all her many leading men
While maintaining she was virgin
Until she met me.
What was the point?
Ah, y
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122100
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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122198
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I'm pulled in by the music
like a rogue wave
and he has no idea I'm drowning...
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122100
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No one wanted to bear witness
to this grand emasculation
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122177
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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Our trouble decided when the CUNY PhD student, a poet, cried out, “Racination!” during discussion of my poem.
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122100
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The night before, his dad had stumbled in drunk and beat his mother. John had covered his ears with his pillow to block out their screams.
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122100
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Loving himself. Loved by no one. Loving no one.
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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122100
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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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122021
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Love is easy. Lazy. Fickle.
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122055
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Sometimes the beauty you make wants you to say, aaahhh, and let it go. There are a lot of things floating around, so it's no wonder that some things get sadly lost, like minds,like people, like feelings. It doesn't make anything spin any less. That's what…
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Henry recognized the shoes. “There’s a little vampire came in with those on, but I last saw her over by the juice bar.” He couldn’t be bothered with Arthur’s “sections.” The club wasn’t that big that it had to be defined by sections.
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arrogant, sullen,/
supple and ambiguous,//
English seems the ideal tongue
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122021
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Apocalyptica 1. the portent holds you while you try for solace in the bath anticipating the opened mouth the one that cannot close after and there is a knotting inside of joints and threads poised so delicately in the waiting …
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temporary objects of desire
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122030
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I might have avoided all of this trouble if. . .
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122040
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You read my poems, Not because you like them, But just to find yourself, Mentioned in them.
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122042
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Urban skunks want to visit your neighborhood and be bold in your neighborhood.
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122055
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I don’t see the problem. In the country I come from, language is the best part of the game.
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121951
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Samson was also somewhat in hopes that his son Jason would become engaged in this minor capitalist enterprise and 'turned around' in his life.
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