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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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116011
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artifacts gone obsolete / miscegenating in suspension
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116022
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A likeness borne in silk, rich contours of canvas giving life to the seascape.
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116000
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First of all, you should know an unstoppable fire made my panties roar for you. Maybe you will come to understand what effect you had on my life, my whole life, I mean. You should know the effect you had on people. Me, and Sharon too, both. And I’m sure
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116000
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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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116041
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Shame must search the soul, broken, original, with its primitive juices stirred. Moved until now only by the musk, only the stroll you lived with, the worry, the sorrow, the drama – may I never conceal or recover from it!
Yes, I might beg or steal the
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115973
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No harp now hails, / no wood sings mirth, no good hawk / swoops through the hall, no swift steed / paws dirt in the castle-yard. Woeful death / has emptied earth of an ancient race.
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115900
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115944
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"It goes to infinity and back.That is how much I love you".She looked down into the sandplopped down and made a snow angel,Pushing the mudwith her arm and legs,like windshield wipersof a caron a rainy day"Auntie ... Auntie,How much I love you".
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115920
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I won't ever forget the image of my father, behind the wheel of the Cadillac he so loved. Even as a ten year old, and more as an adult, I could never figure out why he loved that car as much as he did. I must explain that he was really my step father,…
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115920
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After Loretta McKinley had sat for just such a time on a rock near the tribe, hallucinating and coming as close to death and God as she ever had, she walked into the camp and asked to speak with the elders.
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115910
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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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115910
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Some things are said.
Others, never.
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115923
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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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115962
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His beard is an eighteenth-century forest / in south central France
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115991
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The smell of Coppertone Suntan Lotion always brings back memories of the beach. I remember you rubbing it on my stomach and you kept moving lower and lower. I had on a bikini bottom (very daring) and you rubbed your finger all along the rim of it just a
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115951
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the Coke made his butt leak blood
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115911
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"We improvised to show our Spanish compadres that we meant them no disrespect, and the running of the cats was born."
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115900
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The canvas bag lay crumpled and moaning in the middle of the room as Mister and Miss Marital Bliss contemplated what to do to it next. Spots of deep crimson blossomed like spring flowers all over the white sack and a large pool had gathered underneath. Rivulets of blood…
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115800
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Check the sweet lunar springs that we are still bathing in. The swelling in the genitals there. Check to make sure we are ripe, and in season. It’s our way of being willing, strong under the sweet icy waters, with that fertility that is derived from you
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115800
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The men stir around so aimlessly
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115841
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They had to dress normal, my other boyfriends, be beardless, hairless, everything torn away, plucked, shorn smooth, because it elicited moisture on the tongue (when I was with you.) But I grew bored as the day before I first saw you.
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115865
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Prospero's in his cell and I'm in mine.
He drowns his books, I'm drowning in mine.
He exercises his power–I'm powerless to exercise.
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1158108
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"I’d rather move a word around a page
than raise a glass or pass a plate
or work a room immune to poetry."
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115821
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115811
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In 1609 Ben Jonson was hired to write a work in celebration of the opening of a new shopping mall.
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115863
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In 1997, I was exploring a used bookstore in Camden, New Jersey, when I stumbled across a two-volume hardback copy of The Dictionary of the Khazars by Milorad Pavić, a book I had been meaning to read since it came out in 1984. At $10.00 for the set, I couldn't pass up…
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115842
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To be free of pain. Is that what we all want?
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115882
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A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs.
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115721
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Balls excite our interest because we live on a ball. We travel through space on a ball.
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