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soap smells tangy, but/I wouldn’t eat it: scent and/nutrition diverge.
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111100
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She told me it had been there since she was a kid, this large black spot like a blimp floating from her right arm up to the tip of her neck. She had really pale skin so she kinda looked like a cow strutting down the street.
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1111127
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contacts, false eyelashes, strappy open-toed sandals
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111143
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Darkness dangles like bats in a mouth of cabbage. I call this necromancy. But it doesn’t work. No dead people appear. Just Bob Dylan on a horse.
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1111128
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meditation and thoughts run in circles
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111155
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The virgins smirk / //
We got medieval on their asses
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111184
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He thought of it as magic, but magic that he understood, the way a magician knows about the hidden compartments in his hat and trunks.
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111152
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there was the place where the large turtles had their eggs, and it was always a concern because everyone wanted the new turtles to make it back to the sea but the electric lights of high wattage along with sounds from the roadways beyond were in one…
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111173
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Spring show its populist face,
Flies in the house, missionaries at the door...
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111122
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Let your father stay
through that dinner
when his mistress needed him,
while your mother was on the verge.
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111132
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111100
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I did as I was told, running barefoot down the bare wooden stairs
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111000
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Love is easy when all is going well, but it is one of life’s profound, humbling lessons that few people love you enough to wipe your butt.
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111022
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* — Eligibility conditions apply, no purchase necessary.
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111021
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I heard a story once that said we are all entitled to seven good years. No, wait, that is not exactly what it said. Rather, it was more plaintive and inquiring. The feeling that song gave was more one of asking the question: Wasn’t I supposed to get sev
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111020
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Uncles. Cousins. Enos. No matter how loosely a net is woven, eventually the strands come together again.
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111041
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That was all it took. Thirty seconds.Half of a minute.30: He was standing with me on the corner of the street, 29: waiting for the crosswalk to say it was okay for us to make our way to the other side. 28: The red "do not walk" signal changed to the white "join us over…
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111010
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I should've traced my steps.
I'm lost in a sea of hyperlinks.
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111053
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Hey Sledge!
Yo.
Did you know Socrates hated the idea of writing thoughts down? He said it weakened the memory…made us lazy.
Say wha?
That's why he never wrote a book. The only way we know about him is through his student Plato's writing. St
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111032
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Lips touch briefly at first
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111022
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When daybreak comes, it falls a pall pást mé, For it descends too soon for woken sight to see A shade of any gladness in its dew's first blisters: All my dreams of daylight are in darkling whispers Of…
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111000
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"Of course I know," Aidan rocked him gently in his arms. "I know, and I don't care. You need help carrying that stuff around, cause it really sucks to carry it around alone. I know, I've watched you. But baby, we're in this together now."
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111052
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“Don’t you think you should tie a tourniquet or something?” she asked as I bled profusely from the points where Jesus was wounded during his crucifixion.
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111000
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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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111011
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Maybe adulthood isn't the destination I always thought it was?
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111000
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After going to the garage and moving at least 4000 boxes of junk we found the coat rack. We wrestled it up the stairs to my room. I wasn't much help, but Dad was cool about it. I think he was just happy I liked the suit.
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111081
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He was a Decembrist but he was not / one of the hanged
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111088
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It all began with me. I was first and for many years, the only.
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1110129
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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110900
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When I was alive with you inside me, I discovered briefly and finally how to fly. Up near your ceiling as I floated around the universe with widening eyes, like a butterfly, like a god, like a bird with golden hair at my neck, like a speckled moth infla
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