1288 1 0
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I really need to go to the bathroom.
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I wrinkled my face up
in the glare and warmth of the sun.
I baked easy in the hovering heat
and my spot-speckled skin ate
up the rays and swallowed deeply.
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The sky was dressed in a wedding gown. The hooves of my horse clicked like consonants on the stone of the butte.
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1288 3 3
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"..sneezing repeatedly into an obviously saturated cocktail napkin,.."
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1288 7 3
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To understand how and when things have gone wrong, it works best to proceed from the beginning and put them in order.
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1287 3 1
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What do you do
when a Shirelle asks you
if you’re in the mood to dance?
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1287 1 1
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Traffic, no need to be in a hurry.
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I knew there was something wrong with the sunset when I woke up.
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1287 10 2
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When I mentioned my visit to the museum during an A.A. meeting, I wanted to know whether the framers of The Big Book had been aware of the Nazi hospital sterilization and “euthanasia” programs.
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1287 2 2
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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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1287 6 5
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With whatever else physicists may learn . . . perhaps they will begin to see that the connections between the physical world and non-physical domains of existence have an explanatory power which has only barely been considered.
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1287 2 2
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Where I sit here clad in armour by the stars, I do not think of you; those thoughts are over. Beneath the silver here is light enough, To make me ponder by a lighter way. Beyond the bronze óf our sun and the others That haply rein the…
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1287 3 3
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I thought
we ended things a long time ago
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1286 1 1
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It sits there, watching, waiting, multiple cycles over.
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1286 3 2
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Roaming beetles
knitting needles
chopstick counter attack.
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My first winter in Massachusetts feels medieval: cold, dark, and endless.
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1286 0 0
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It was a beautiful spring day and Jeremy was bursting with joy at being alive.
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1286 2 1
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Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
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1286 1 1
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"Did you ever steal any money?" he finally asked.
"Never. It was mostly toasters. There was the odd coffee maker or electric can opener ... but mostly ... toasters."
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1286 2 0
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He will later claim he knows nothing of the girl’s disappearance and that I was the last one seen with her, which will unfortunately be true but not the real story…
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1286 6 3
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What was it about the aged and cookies? Here was another one that relished them. Sebastian's grandmother was a specialist. People on the outside thought she was a bird enthusiast. Grandma could be seen refilling the bird feeders at all hours. After the morning…
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1286 15 9
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I am a housekeeper at a private women's college in upstate New York.
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1285 14 7
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The will to make/
remains
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1285 7 5
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We are impressed and cheer them on/
in their struggle against the wild/
and unkempt ravages of nature
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1285 0 0
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Once upon a mind-flight
Leary with the tripping became weary
Of the psychedelic travel
Felt the universe unravel
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1285 4 3
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She couldn't see what was actually there—the landscaping. All she could see were dollar signs, thousands of them suspended in mid-air, floating over each new plant, each well-placed sprinkler head, every curve of terraced orderliness on the hillside. She…
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1285 10 6
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2008Not a bubble burstbut a trust ruptured.The guilty don't survivebut, rather, thrive. 2011The monied are superior.They game the system well.As we work harder, longer,their paper fortunes swell.2017Marie and Louie were monied once.The Romanovs as well.Fast as blades and…
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1285 2 0
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I find that I am keeping silent more often. I don't like repeating myself.
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1285 1 0
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The sun was a red beet and it waited low in the sky but I didn't know for what reason. You could look right at it and forget for an instant about tenement buildings and hydro lines, or the dirty city in general. I tied my shoes and got some water…
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