1255 8 7
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Even among the thousands of black cats/
in the world, though, he would nonetheless/
be my favorite with those impurities of light brown tufts
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125521
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By the time I got back to the island only Henson was still alive. He didn’t speak; the gun said it all.
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125552
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Red leaves
green trees
wind chimes tune
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1255119
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First have a good window seat
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125554
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proper words fail to get proper points across . . . truthful words have no beauty,/beautiful words have no truth.
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125522
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for Tracy ThornYou don't need a song about fixed stars, you needa reason to be glad stars are here. Themoon's always been around, but not always like the friend you want,until now. Don't throw it all away becauseyou are too sad to care. You've come into your own. Allthings…
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125585
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Mom would dig through one of her music boxes to pick out Saturday morning's cleaning jams. Tattered, battered Payless shoeboxes with lids ripped to shit, filled to capacity with piles of cassettes; greatest hits albums, mostly, or Time Life compilations of mid-to-late…
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125543
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I'm re-invented on Main St. every single day.
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125441
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“You're bendable,” he said, and then there was this silence as we looked into the space in front of us. I understood what he meant right off and thought it a gift to speak to someone that did not get the words exactly right, but in not doing so, got…
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125400
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He will spread peace like wet blood on a sheet.
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125421
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It’s the longing from another life inside that pulls me along by the fine hairs below my navel (at the exposed midriff) and by the short blonde hair at my neck, and by the dense bunch between my legs, if you can imagine. It’s the longing of the love I’v
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125444
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when I take the time/now to remember/
you have become/a thousand page/memory book
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125431
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That's my memory, kept and clutched as with a sixth sense, that it was a prim Oriental afternoon, with the pink streaks in the sky going God-knows-where down across the park, but very far away. Ghostly, melancholy travellers. Birds met and crashed headlong somewhere up…
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125400
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Carl was tight with stress, he is the lead architect and developer on a new condo in the newly gentrified section, DUM-AS, (which stands for Direct U-turn from Manhattan-Almost Scary.) Carl’s condo is one of a pair of new condo’s erected at the same time
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125433
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a midge smothered
in the light of disarray
crawls back into the sage
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1254149
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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125442
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Late in the morning, standing in line, clutching a bag of Meow Mix, I listen to the woman waiting behind me. She's having a cell phone conversation about the Treasures of Ancient Egypt exhibit. It‘s in New Orleans, she says, and the kids liked the mummy. I slide…
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125442
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Most of the deer around here have a higher IQ than the hunters.
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125410
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They pumped him full of electricity and waited.
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125400
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With a deep breath she closed her eyes. Azure saw where she was at through night vision.
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12542114
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Let routine/
propel you through/
the day after/
the day before.
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125421
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Ever the chance we were given, with luck always, fate. At least we engendered the song and the drink. Having sailed from the goddess of sensual love, having the best throw that beauty allowed, now you can call it will, though some will call it hate.
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125487
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a fat crow rapturously caws over its good fortune...
not a morsel left on the street,
not even a bloodstain
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125421
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I have to find a way To evolve To become To grow into something else To become something else I have to find a way To let go Loosen my firm grasp Watch it all fall away Let myself fall away Drop this act This weight This mess of a life This mess I…
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125443
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This grey is going to kill me
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125332
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driving and standing in front of the same car
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125300
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Ben shook his head in disbelief: Was this some theatrical soothsayer trick of Ida’s?
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125300
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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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125344
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“Everyone you see is half asleep. And you're on your own, you're in the street.” -John Lennon What we can muster now is a few choice words of humor, but unfortunately that won't show them anything that they haven't seen…
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125320
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Keep it quick (and they usually did) and it was simple.
Quick as the walk between their houses, from number 27 to number 33 (odd numbers only), and simple as the alibi.
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