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135730
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Thérèse Defarge felt the first drop around ten.
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135796
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Sonia banks on hidden things in the minds of other people, whereas I bank on what I know.
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135741
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We call this game the end of the world...
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1357126
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You
sawed off my wings then
Asked
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135600
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Detective-Sergeant Claude Mulvihill sat in his squad car, which was parked on 54th Street in front of Bright Star Recording Studios. He had just finished the second of two jelly donuts and was spiking his coffee with three packets of sugar.
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135640
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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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135622
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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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135610
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There's one graveyard for the part-timers and another for the full-timers. Ours is a little nicer, but we're still all going to hell. Do you remember St. Petersburg? No, you're memory's not that good.
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135600
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the gambling priest stands in the morning fog/red moon hangs in the sky/the army of seven houses marches over the hill
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135631
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There is something preposterous /
about existing in a universe so vast: /
Such a big playground for such tiny children, /
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135640
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We all wish to partake in great events.
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135686
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“Outis of Utopia” my found name! / I'll inscribe it soon as the tide goes out.
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135600
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135530
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The river was frigid. Branches, empty cans, and used condoms float past me.I lost my jacket when I became snagged on a tree branch. My shoes are gone. My skin is blue-grey, as are my lips and fingernails. I've been face-down in this river for two…
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135521
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It was that awkward time when one didn’t know if the night’s lover wanted to see you again.
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135533
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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135541
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It is not simple to love in two places, and I have always been a restless woman waiting for signs. Then you appeared walking on my very grave while the stars aligned themselves in patterns of celestial light. I have watched the moon eclipse with you drawing breath…
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135566
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With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
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135500
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The bedroom was still as our conversation dissolved into a heavy silence broken only by the ticking of the clock on her night table and the occasional sob that hadn't yet been swallowed in her pillow. I stubbed out my cigarette and leaned forward in…
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135543
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the sand is hot to walk upon so you must run if caught there w/out footwear. it is like a painter has colored the sea and made parts of it dark blue yet other areas green. little birds jump around the fine grain world and that is when you wonder where they came…
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135522
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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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135520
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It was the most prestigious cashier position in the entire state!
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135511
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Jack Krackenthorpe, Director-General of MI-5, sat alone drinking tea in Lee Ho Fook, a third-rate Chinese restaurant in Soho a mile from his Curzon Street office.
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135510
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The lace fell through the fingers, wrinkled and nimble they had become too used to avoiding the finite objects in life which needed attention. The white cotton sat loosely on her shoulders, the collar exposed the skin which had become dry and her shoulder
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135587
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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13541310
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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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135441
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Whisper salutations to your irises
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135411
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my soul is black and it's deep like heartbreak and heavy as stone and as thick as ink and it is pressing on top of me like last nights one night stand like dead weight so that I can't lift my arms or spread my legs it feels like I am walking through mud but it's…
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