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And then, like all those nights before, she just fell asleep seducing me.
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95761
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I remember distinctly the first time I saw Lynda. She was not a stunning-looking girl by any stretch of the imagination. She was short, with naturally blond Swedish hair that she wore in a long ponytail that dropped down her back. It was freezing outs
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95600
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Did I knowingly choose to enter Gloria’s garden and the warm, dark, hollow spaces she offers? Or is it something else that draws me?
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95633
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Have you ever heard a bird sneeze?
Okay, okay, I was sitting on this branch,
and you know how everybody loves to hate poetry, right?
So, I ran into some hippies, who had named their daughter Echinacea,
and you could instantly read her future, and
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Fleeting moments of tension free,
Sensory glimpses of how it could be,
A sweet easy rhythm in synchrony
Is how it seems for you, too, to me.
There's nothing really but memory,
Yet promise of something's
The world I see.
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95620
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but isn't that the case
in most long-term,
committed
relationships?
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95612
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shitting out the Mona Lisa.
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95621
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If the pen travels over a sheet of paper, it is not long before a metaphor appears. A fast, beautiful metaphor like friendship, or deformity. Think of the pen as a penis and the ink as semen. I just sit and laugh. Time impregnates an opportunity and a lon
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95611
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We’ve been married for 24.1667 years now and–well–my wife was starting to remind me of a public building. The Registry of Motor Vehicles, to be precise.
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95687
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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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95611
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the rain on the windowhammers out a symphonyfor ninety Underwoodsand oh what a savage performanceit does take to soothe this beast
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95632
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They called him Camel because of his humped back.
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95689
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When he saw me, he jumped faster and faster, wild like something rabid.
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95621
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By the time he says “I am tired of the smell of pig shit and death” you’ve already lost interest
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95522
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Heading for the fields one morning to paint haystacks, Vincent noticed his neighbor’s house ablaze.
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95563
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You don't deserve this poem and I don't deserve to write it. Whatever time we have left is way better spent sitting in a sunny garden with a good interesting book and with a beautiful golden delicious apple to bite into. But…
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95553
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It was a summer full of rage and discontent. The air had a new taste to it, reminiscent of the tang of battery acid.
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95555
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most famously, a small/
writhing dog. A thousand casts were made/
before they stopped
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95520
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She's been considering her breasts more now.
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95500
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As the waves rapped in query I studied some words so sad Words she likely knew Words seemed so pale ‘That is not it, at all That is not what I meant at all' Is this what she thought? She leaves needle and thread Down here for dead A fondness for…
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If I had alcohol in me right now I'd be singing out loud. I'd turn this boat around & turn it into a karaoke bar. Why is it even worth mentioning? This is why people gaze abstractedly at the ground. Ambition is thirty gallons of gas & a red Silverado. Wishing, on…
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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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When Madeline became beset with a malady diagnosed as Harlequin's Syndrome she had to learn to overlook the muffled, but audible, guffaws about her excessive perspiration and slightly stooped posture on stage. She was a trooper and said she knew they came from those who…
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She had no eyes that I could see. Just a pair of lips; they looked soft
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like they are trying to not get noticed by fickle death. It clearly marks them in a targeted way. Very ironic. Here's the only message I want you to ever have from me : quick, scramble like a monkey with a stolen banana in your tiny hairy…
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95420
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The president snapped awake at three AM. He realized he was a serial killer. Highly trained and equipped killers on his orders were summarily murdering thousands of raggedly dressed people in the name of Democracy.
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95486
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Billy's days were much like his yesterdays, with little hope the ones to come would be any different.
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95411
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As Susan drove the last stretch home, she couldn't help but press the accelerator a bit deeper than usual. Her car zipped passed the neighborhood houses, which were of mostly brick construction, with two car garages and freshly mulched islands of spring flowers.…
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It's awfulYou remember everythingYou never forgetEvery insultEvery bruiseEvery scarEvery burnEvery nickEvery blow You never forgetI never forget The pain of memoryYou think you forgetBut you never forgetThe dread of some wholly misfortuneThe pain that left you…
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The abstracted man lacks an inside. He is a body. A shell. An exterior that encompasses nothing.The abstracted man yearns to fill himself with adjectives. He lumbers through streets. No adjectives fit. He finds adjectives where we discard them. He carries them in his…
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