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He’d've been up there belting out the hymns then bickering with the vicar after.
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The pawnbroker sat behind bulletproof glass at the rear of the display area, a veritable potentate of hope and cash, exchanging expendable items for derisory cash.
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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I'll see her this fall, a redhead in camo
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I, Seer of the Stars, Cartographer of the Cosmos, / measure my mass, and to whom do I owe this woe...
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His thoughts drifted to when he was a kid, to the monthly trip to the barber.
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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This time is different. The dream doesn’t continue with endless walking.
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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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Often I want to kiss their lips
Drink in every word they have written
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when I said good morning I meant
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It was May of my senior year in college. Everybody was coasting, knowing what they were going to be doing the next year, or that they’d be doing nothing. Except for one guy, Tom.
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133941
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We call this game the end of the world...
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it's all a bit like the quiet steam
drifting to nowhere off my microwaved
hot coffee in the sunflower mug
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Tonight’s concert was called Desert.
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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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“plain before my eyes” said he eyes swathed in bandages covering sight
oozing yellow fluid is this life thought i
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If someone were to place a rabbit in her lap right now, there would be nothing she could do to hold onto it. It would leap. Drop. Hie its powerful body elsewhere. At the end of her life she would have nothing to show but a collection of rabbit-shaped empt
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The glamour of living in the Rebuilt Engine Capital of the World is meaningless to the young boys who roam its crowded streets after school, desperately looking for something to take their minds off their homework.
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I will always remember that
picture of you in your
bright blue summer dress,
with your arms spread out
against a wooden fence in
Central Park.
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They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out
to shake the hands in that familiar men’s
grasp/shake they do when saluting each other.
If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one
sitting in his car, with her door wide open.
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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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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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...the completeness of pleasure tantamount to the end of all process...
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The Gringovitch family was gathered in the lobby of the hotel. The boys sat on the floor using their packs as back supports. Francesca Gringovitch sat on a chair with the remaining luggage in front of her.
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Paul and Mary Jo lived in an apartment at the top of a long, dark flight of stairs that were so high, I remember as if it were yesterday thinking, the night she pushed him down the stairs, he would surely be dead by the time he hit the landing at the…
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Me leaving is not the confirmation of all your fears. It is not. It's because of them.
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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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The woman was dancing, holding her bottle in the air as she slowly turned around, blocking the way to the exit. “I asked Miss Pansy Blossom if she would wing a reel,” she sang.
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