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Through the lonely night
All the roads are breathing
While somewhere on the road
The American soul lies bleeding
The past is all in yellow
The future’s all in blue
While living in the moment
Has lost its rosy hue
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1204 1 1
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I should have worn shorts.
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1204 9 4
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Hilda Raz lost a daughter. Her son gained a persona, backed by biological components. I was impressed by his male-pattern baldness. A biological genius. And yet, I was reduced and in the elevator mentioned crying about it.
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1204 5 1
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Molly stared at the woman behind the desk with a headset attached to her head, and sighed.
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1204 4 3
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The old hate the young. Robe exposed monks do not Hate mosquitoes. It is one. It is one hand. It is on. Mountains don't hate sky. The rich hate the poor. The poor hate the rich. The parade of scholars hate the …
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The world hasn't ended. Your part in it is still ongoing. The going on world hasn't winked out. Every possibility is still out there. In there, out there, it doesn't matter where you are. The here and now claims you for its only tribe. They only want someone to tell them…
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1204 3 3
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It’s too early in the morning to play the glockenspiel. I’ll just sit here and knit this tiger.
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1204 2 0
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We kidnap mothers of all sorts: old mothers, single mothers, young mothers (rarely), but we never do it for ransom. As a society we are adamantly opposed to the use of violence. Our mission is to remove mothers from environments they are not appreciated in, whether by their…
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1204 1 1
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The white moon is dangling
by a thread tonight.
I close my eyes
and listen to it undress.
Your halo fell around your ankles
and you became see-through,
but there’s a vast gulf between being pretty,
and pretty dangerous.
Still, I’ve s
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1203 9 4
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His will is whole, inviolate,
and wholly full of possibility.
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1203 6 2
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I found a field
where all the
unanswered prayers
were once buried
but someone
someone
someone had
dug them up
again
and was putting
them
to good use
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1203 14 5
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The darkness isn’t evil but invisible/
in the otherwise excellent light of day
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1203 0 0
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At the week's end, memories may come to you Of weekends same as those just gone before, That fade away from seeing as a tide's grey flue, That vanishes once travelled to a shifting shore: Still, hope you'll know a girl for an hour anew, One who fades…
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1203 2 1
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Zoë was stunning in a designer gown so revealing and form-fitting that only static electricity could keep it on her body.
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1203 2 1
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1203 9 1
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I can no longer conjure the sweetness of a plum
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1203 2 1
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Is death like standing in a room at night and turning off the lights? You would still hear your breathing. You hold your breath. Silence. Darkness. Yet you feel gravity, your feet on the floor. Then the air brushes your skin. Remove the air,…
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1202 16 10
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My first winter in Massachusetts feels medieval: cold, dark, and endless.
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1202 3 0
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... if he planned to install them in their bedroom she would find them more than a little distracting.
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1202 1 1
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Marvin and first had met four years ago on an iron train peeling through the seething Asian night on rails between Bangkok and Chiang Mai city...
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1202 3 2
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Palinode: A poem written to retract something said in a prior poem.
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They were self-contained, two nymphs in a photo booth. Maria wanted something different—love to spread across her face like a wide smile, a certain grace. Sometimes she had found love like that at parties.
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1202 3 2
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He doesn't tell her that he is married, and that his five year old daughter who is living at your house has a mother back in that same city
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1202 0 0
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Everything I write is gold, he mused. My words spill onto the page like ambrosia, nectar of the gods, filling an empty vessel with immortal life.
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1202 5 1
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"I love you.”“Night.”Back at the screen door she answers “What?” I stand under her nose and say “Box is out of juice.” Inside she sits me on the black and white polka-dotted sofa we make love around here and there.…
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1201 0 0
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1201 4 0
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The news just now that you are dead
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There it it again, that noise. That low hum that I know so well now, spinning, gaining momentum in my head, like a cyclist in a velodrome, until its steadiness and roundness becomes sharp, painful, cutting like glass.
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"Here's the bad news: you have to wear a patch over your eye for the next six weeks."
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