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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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136621
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The Fat Man took a sip of whiskey, then replaced his glass on the table next to his fedora. …
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“Outis of Utopia” my found name! / I'll inscribe it soon as the tide goes out.
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I COULD always sleep. Go "home" now and sleep. My body and my fetus—who complain of this torture—would appreciate sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have to try to wake.
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136531
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After ten days in Jeddah, I start to miss the rain back home in Tennessee....
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136522
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There it was
One abandoned high heel shoe on the sidewalk
Could have been
Some kind of robbery
Though
Maybe it was just
The beginning of the
Walk of shame
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136520
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The alcohol is on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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136531
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For years, Nina lived in an apartment with furniture that was silver or clear or metallic, she could see her reflection in every surface. She had an enormous television that took up one entire wall of the small living room. She and Anna and Desmond, Nina's downstairs …
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1365159
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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The beer on the shore is
Lapping at the foam of memory
And I can’t sit still
Until I take my pill
Karma Wash, Hog Wash and Swill
I went to the top of the heap
At the bottom of the Hill
I saw a bum’s sign that read:
“Will eat dog food for
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136553
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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136520
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How many years has he dreamed he would be home again?
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136597
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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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136542
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The butterscotch on that painting makes me want to lick the canvas.
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"It all began with a painting," I said. "Mostly blue. Acrylic. Naturalistic in a modern sense. She was stylized but recognizable, and her breasts were exposed. Everyone could see her disordered skirt. The painter was a fan of Herrick.
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Cold smoke from the crater
Breathes on our eyelashes;
The abysmal emptiness held
Its breath just once.
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1365185
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another paper saving 55er
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136563
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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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we hover black as carrion birds with a glut empty need seems to me she's fell as thee and knows exactly where we posture anxiously spitting falsehoods on cue twittering like snipes cause there's nothing left to do she might have spent her whole life just
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136587
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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136501
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“Hi, I'm Mike, and I don't wanna work ... Wanna play foos?”
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I realize that to say, "I do not believe in God" is footsteps away from "I do not rely on God" and "God left me."
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When we were leaving to go to the ice rink, Lynda surprised all of us by saying she wanted to come along. She slid all the way over in the front seat to be next to me, while one of my buddies, Miller, who had his eye on her himself, slid into the passen
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1364113
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She called for land usage to fulfill a social function, to provide an affordable and sustainable way of life for all.
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We light cigarettes, take turns putting them out on each other's arms, legs, anywhere hard without a mark. It's living, he says, it's better to know you're alive than feel nothing at all. My brother is two years older than you, I was thinking on Tuesday,…
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136421
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Michiko never telephoned Frank from Washington or Chicago.
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136433
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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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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