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among and begin / bouquets
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104086
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Yet tenderness resided here
among the canvases,
the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax;
the splatters of discarded ideas.
We made love the way people said prayers
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1040116
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More thoughts on denial...
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104010
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my tiny white world, the cube in the closet in the back above the shelving in a secret compartment cut into the wall
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104042
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My dad was in a barber training school
where they cut off the tip of a bum's ear
and taped it back on with scotch tape
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104000
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My backyard was first Grass tickling my bare feet Skipping along the bottoms of my toes. I broke my arm there; I always hurt myself Swinging. The fair was next, grownup kids Having adult fun Eating carnival food and drinking grownup things When no one was looking. …
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104000
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This is no age for love; this is a time for discovery. So no time for me to sit around my candle is slowly burning, while wind combs my hair. If this is what loves comes to then I predict in the eventuality of me being an old woman by the sea living with her friend, the…
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104065
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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103921
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if you lost your list on your way here
i will help you get what you came for.
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103922
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My name is Jacob Ellis. I was thinking about school and all those years and years and how they go eventually away but always remain somewhere in the mind as if imprinted on an akashic record. I was dizzy there, dizzy with dread and always on the verge of falling.…
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103922
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Heading for the fields one morning to paint haystacks, Vincent noticed his neighbor’s house ablaze.
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103944
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Friends of the bride
feeling out of place
like a church key
at a wedding
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103900
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Tough shit if it looks like shit I heard that voice say as I reviewed my blog...How ya gonna fix it, stop and see every time ya write a line? Well FUCK YOU anyway! That's what my A.D.D. said - WOW! DID YOU SEE THAT?! - as it perched upon one shoulder, overlooking…
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103973
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Still Life with Dragon Fruit and Absinthe Glass ‚ Allgegenwart ist Einsamkeit. ‘. — Johannes Jakob Hrodebertsohn …And bright inside this space, though outside lightfall? The spillaging of streetlamps does not cross the…
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103996
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1.It was unfair to my time and my small kitchen rug that it took me two days to finish reading Meg Pokrass' “The Big Dipper,” pp. 10-12
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103834
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You're all I've got to keep me company, but it's a very fine company. So familiar, and warm as any cold digital fireplace. I can tell you've got more in your story, but it doesn't make you happy. I really do not feel well today. Fun I wanted to…
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103800
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What happens when you accidentally run into your lover's daughter on a plane.
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103822
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"Excuse me. I believe you have a little something falling from your right nostril there," he said, pointing with his pinky.
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103800
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our house gives him a cold again
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103820
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She's been considering her breasts more now.
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103844
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The world is beginning to lose what little hair it has left. Follicles litter the streets and scrape along merrily in the wind like one last turn of the world defying knob of being and knowing. But the thing I want to say here is how beautiful…
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103821
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It wasn't meant for our brains to take in so much information, I hear someone say on NPR The information age, seems to be suited for me, I can't get enough of it, it floods my mind and nerves, Reading wikipedia and blogs for hours and You tube And im…
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103800
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no one told him there was a place where heroes died, but he should have known it was in love
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103711
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My dog Alfie and I would get in my van and go out at midnight for a doughnut. Or an éclair. A French cruller, to be exact. Sometimes we would get Blondie's Pizza on Telegraph Avenue near the Berkeley campus, if it got to be too lonely and restless at nigh
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103774
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with all these little battle worn pieces of history surrounding us all the time is that they don't really make up for the terrible news of just now. Those people showed us what they showed us. Good for them.We're the direct explosion of their…
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103711
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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1037115
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elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
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103710
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It was the absence of small sounds he felt most. The clink of a spoon against china, a floorboard’s distant creak, the swish of that old, broken-toothed comb through her hair. A thousand tiny sounds that had proved he wasn’t alone.
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103711
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What about the poor nobodies to somebodies being tossed like wet rags onto more wet rags?
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