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CALEBHe'd get up every day,don his clothes and tendto rote ablutions. He tried not to think too much.Because he knew what that would bring --the tethers he lost; failed causes,the last lover, who knew some things.Instead, he kept his eyes straight ahead,marked time,…
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80711
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I move, press my mouth to her ribs and trace
a line between her breasts with one, sticky
fingertip.
She
closes
deep
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80721
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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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80700
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Monday MorningI wake slowly. My breath still escapes me. He's asleep on the sofa, legs hanging, hand hanging, lips hanging, a river of saliva somewhere. He tries to be the one that's okay when I'm not, but really he's just as bloody as I am. I wait til he starts to…
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80774
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Life is meagre with me; I am unsatisfied and left always begging for __________.
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80600
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The sound wasn’t coming from her dream, it was coming from inside the house. Somewhere outside her bedroom the noise was gaining power. Each pitch climbed higher with the urgency of a smoke alarm. With hands over ears and a hazy brain she got up from her
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80663
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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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80600
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It is always midnight in my heart; / and melancholy advances from handsome men / only take place in my mind...
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80610
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Man I can hit a shot from forty feet. Snap! No rim. You can’t.
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80600
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Kenichi the boar arrived from the forest with the other elders. The police officers stepped back, awed by these large nature creatures.
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80600
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Ben did not respond, but sat staring lizard-eyed at the shattered remains of his glorious musical instrument.
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80611
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On 3rd when you looked at your 389th happy New Year greeting, you autotyped “same to you”. No one on whatsapp knew.
At week 17 of IVF therapy when you and your new bride could do no more; doctor Mehdi said neither could he.
At 5 minutes left, you mi
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80632
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“Your family, that family is crazy, everyone of them hush hush, tweet tweet, a little screw loose – or a bird, what kind of bird they got there?”
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80500
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Slowly
slowly
the veil is lifted
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80542
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Above the chasm of life burn two fires
at either side of the framed painting that
stands on the pink and red plain. And inside
the painting itself an orange rain falls,
accumulating in a sea of red. Rocks can’t stand
their small shadows anymore
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80543
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a few numbers/
and a handful of their operations,
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805109
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As if reaching for the Divine was the problem
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80501
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I fuck myself. I say never three times. There is a movie in this movie in this. I say hello. Fish are named after capitals of invisible cities. I say so. There is a movie in this movie in. I say flush for a dumpster. The sound of a sound never made. I say equations for…
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80500
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From the parking lot to the stadiumdown town waiting for the crossinglightthere are a few others in jerseys but not manywe are too early for that.Desert gravel crunching scuffle of canvas shoeskicking granitehop along wobble steps and I turn to seewho's off the…
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80593
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Can anyone remember what the Great American dream was?
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80540
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She is left feeling like she has missed a stop, that she's at the last stop, that she's somewhere she wasn't meant to be.
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80522
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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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80575
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"You wantin' one of them kittens? If we can't give 'em away we're gonna drown 'em. We got too many."
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80565
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to the back of your mind like a box of unpacked yet beloved books if you want, but that's no life I want to explore any further with you. We don't have as much time as we once thought, to believe in something other than empty bottles lost in the…
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80485
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I'm not plagued with high levels. Must be all the raking I do. My pubes look as lush as my hair, so fire isn't even a concern. Maybe heat exhaustion is.This might be a poem,My oceans aren't small.
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80433
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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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80476
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Barbarians and savages wore feathers/
or frightful face paint or skin tones//
one could recognize and aim for/
with weapons one could feel
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80410
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They use people
then throw them away
They are after the image
There is a desperation in (it)
They behave as if they must have it
It must be a drug
to them
Are they that able?
. . .
They bring it over here and then all they want
is im
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804124
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Sixteen hundred hens / suffocated / during the collection
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80423
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In the beginning there was salt.
God licked the salt and said it was
Good. Then there was light.
And then chocolate.
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