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But all I see, the only irresolute shape in my mind that forms and becomes real, is you.
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100700
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Petroleum products leaked from her shattered hull, still stinking of a battle its leaders not only lost, but forfeited.
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100732
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I would have given your son to you. I would have had him in a heartbeat. And I would have showed him your inner beauty, even though you were absent. I would have hidden nothing from his nature. I would have given him everything and anything he needed, s
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100633
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I come here, to this very spot for a reason. Imagine — the illusion of knowing what is and is not. The contentment drops taste — one could suppose — like that.
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100640
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laying with you, thinking with you, breathing with you
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100654
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once he had planted Lucille things changed./his emptiness rivalled the hollow grave/dug for her . . .
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100651
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It had all been for the children, hadn´t it?
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100621
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There was a bottleneck ahead. We slowed down single-file, me behind, to wait our turn to pass the doorway of a vacant storefront church. In it, a lone black man sat atop an empty plastic milk crate. Nobody looked at him; they were all slowing down and cro
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100621
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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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100632
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Soon you too will lie down with the sleep of rain, telling them a thing or two, grown old by having lived through your youth, that is all. Lying from the side of your mouth so often that you take up lying on your side, to try getting an eyeful of the of
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100622
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Eager to please the guards, doctors and preachers
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100600
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I could reach out
and grab this world
by the p...
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100600
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This girl had burn scars on her body which hurt a little, to be touched, so we had to be real careful, gentle. I turned her over slowly so as not to shatter her. She wanted to be fucked, badly. But only one time. It was enough to be handled again like bef
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100565
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A petition submitted to the Planning Department of Palm Beach Florida requests a zoning variance applied to Mar — a — Lago. Studies, backed by research, have defined Mar-a- Lago, an ideal location for shelter and protection for immigrants, fleeing from…
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100530
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Valerie had purchased a new cell phone in late 2007, and, say a few months afterwards, in the beginning of 2008 a demon briefly took up residence in it. She had just returned home from running a few errands, and set her phone down on her desk. She had been focusing on…
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100500
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Dave Sharpe silently pulled his desk chair out of its nook that was conveniently placed underneath his desk. He took a deep breath as he slowly took his place in the seat and nudged it into a perfect…
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100500
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“Hello. How are you?” “Me? I'm fine actually. Just sitting here in this little coffee shop. Sipping my coffee. I like it black, did you know that?” “Like your men?” ‘Excuse me?” “It's a joke… from…
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100500
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100520
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Connecting the dots the past two weeks, I’ve concluded you’re pregnant again.
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100521
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“You’re just like me,” she said, as dawn was breaking. “You like sex.”
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100553
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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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100521
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Life is a beach, not an enormous ashtry.
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100575
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No CNN to sing obliteration,/
only Pliny the Younger/
to scratch what fell
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100550
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It's the kind of neighborhood where the bar above the hot dog stand functions as a drug warehouse. Lowest prices, biggest selection, friendliest — highest — associates. I live here, a block over in the midst of sushi joints and frat boys, but I live…
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1005125
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That some adults believed the drill would save/
us from the blast of fusioned hydrogen//
amused us as we quietly curled along
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100400
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Slowly
slowly
the veil is lifted
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100410
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She left the bathroom and slammed the bedroom door. He heard the lock close.
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100400
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The men stir around so aimlessly
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100494
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I'm hoping, I'm reaching,
I'm scratching the sky...
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10041714
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My real parents lived about 200 miles in the other direction from where we came. But long ago I determined they were too real.
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