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destinies bring me to a damned desert
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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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I scrambled back a bit and found my feet after untangling them from my trekking poles. Really should have dropped those when this all started. The bear lunged at me with his teeth and I just barely dodged to the left to avoid getting something bitten of
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Now, as we sat on lawn chairs /
on the balcony to watch the meteor shower
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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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We write in darkness. We love
in alleys. We breathe into beige
paper bags. Anything to mollify
the confusion. Anything to simplify
the math.
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But I surely did recognize Rayburn Moon; Rayburn and I dated for about five minutes back then
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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There were more of us before, laying in a puddle cuddling on the floor with heads tucked into the crooks of arms where light scattered their crowns in the morning and no machine exists for me to use trying to find that morning again. Carl could go off the side of the…
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Reverend Peter Roman could stand it no more. He stopped his speech. He felt a fire burning through him, a hatred for humanity and all the weaknesses of beings not perfect before God. He stood a long while, staring at the congregation. Then, he slowly spok
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On his knees in front of the transplant board, he pleaded for his ailing heart, spluttering on its last dying beats, to be replaced with a bomb.
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Love is easy. Lazy. Fickle.
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The man who will lead you can be nothing
if not already found underneath the
light-heartedness of heaven, (dawn)
if not under the light-heartedness
of snow.
He would have to have happiness
already sewn into his soul.
He bears no burdens
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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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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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an almost perfectly symmetrical/
Cheshire grin of a moon tonight/
above the iced roof of the house
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A decade, at minimum, was how long their notes had transpired.Still, they all knew how it would end.
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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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I don’t see the problem. In the country I come from, language is the best part of the game.
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Loving himself. Loved by no one. Loving no one.
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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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She became a murderer
in all the stages of her life
she could not seem to succeed
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Ben gagged after shot-gunning the scotch. He hiccupped and it came back up through his nose. He grabbed a napkin and caught most of a shot and a half of Whyte & MacKay as it poured out his nose.
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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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I was so messed up
when you left me,
and I admit I went around
searching the faces
of the crowd
for the man who
filled your womb.
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It was in the good and strange middle spring and the rain kept announcing itself on the doorsteps and the railings of the town. As it bounced off of infrastructure and the top of eighteen wheeled trucks, rather than die little deaths, the drops found their way into the…
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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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