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The woman wrings her hands again and again, reaching up to place one under her chin, then to her cheek as though there is some pending trepidation no one else can see...
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He sneezed Hit the wrong buttonDidn't mean to kill him,but he didHeld onto me then, cryingand could not stopI feel so awful, he sobbedHe was asking for mercyAnd I meant to say, "yes,I will spare your life,"but I hit the kill buttoninsteadIt was an accidentHoney, it's just a…
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Th heeet frum mye skin on ers wus mehsidge eenuff.
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the world’s biggest poser fags
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Sometimes you want to strike out at me. What is stopping you? There is no stopping you. You know I will not retaliate. Gone is all that I will be to you then.
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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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She was, they said, everyman’s armful;
Bedding down with her was most likely harmful.
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122200
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When the village slept, the men came knocking.
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And then I heard
“Yea, for I have seen the Father
The Son, and the Holy Toast”
Okay now, something up was weird
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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"..sneezing repeatedly into an obviously saturated cocktail napkin,.."
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122222
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Couldn’t
we
just
do
a
quick
ie
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I live in a small fishing village where small people fish and others gossip or invent bizarre methods by which to irritate each other. During our weekly power cuts I go outside and cross the street, sitting on the pharmacy steps to watch myself not be at home in the…
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colors dancing on metric vectors
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I’d met this crowd of drunken poets from San Francisco
Even though this was smack dab in the middle of winter
Smack dab in the middle of the flattened Illinois plains
Why they all left San Francisco I’ll never completely understand
But there we we
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122165
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If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
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122111
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Trenches coated with man-gruel laced the earth.
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The will to make/
remains
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122110
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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122195
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I'm staying in swinging all night
Hell not just all night but every night
I can possibly sink my teeth into
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The coffee filter rustles like the Pages of your notebook, which Only tires you even more. Make your drink strong to Make up for the lack of resolve In your shoulders, and Your weak promises. The familiar sound of percolation And you reach the…
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Captain Nemo never died./
He cruises all the seven seas/
below the waves in Nautilus 2,
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He chose her for the way she could, Eyes closed, nose to the air, Find her way North. North was where the wind stopped And held them in its grip, safe. Broken. He chose her for the way, fur against Her collar, she could coax seal…
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the impression I had gotten of him was that he was fifty percent yuppie and fifty percent drug dealer from Marin.
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122100
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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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122100
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CHAPTER ONE About nine-thirty P.M. on Friday night, Mary Fowler pushed her grocery cart through the double sliding glass doors. It was three weeks before Christmas. The sun had set and the temperature had begun to cool rapidly in…
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122100
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Take a flying leap?Mother would never agreeSo away from the campground we sneakTo show the boy where I was a boySummer day shirtless with swimsuits onOne hundred degrees walking through the treesThe season early with winter runoffWater here still seventy feet deepHoping the…
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Dreams were all she ever had, all that ever comforted her. Diana. But then there was Rachel. And Diana forgot about her dreams, because there was nothing but Rachel. At first it was nothing but innocent phone calls, plans to meet up for coffee…
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I'm available most weekends.
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