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- Of or relating to dreams
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107010
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I leave you because
you violently told me to,
I still love you because
I told you I always would.
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10701712
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Matt was among those rare creatures; an ideal kind of reader ...
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107043
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I stroll out to the front lawn, and find myself against the sea of grass, painted daubs within the frame of a distilled rock. My ears attuned to the starlets warbling on the twisted branches of the lone tree, flock of wings that find subtlety and shine in the rapture…
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107033
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Pieces that said shrug a shrug and then another and one to right with the eyes that squint and one to left with rhythm that never left. And piece after piece, after piece they stich themselves, née weave a tapestry that is the dance your very walk swayed
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107023
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And you should know, every woman smiles at a man buying flowers, because … we can imagine. We can only hope.
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107000
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107000
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It was just after lunch when they found the box.
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107000
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The hospital was a welcome relief. A short ambulance ride, a nice man holding your arm in a make-shift tourniquet, the red sirens flashing and screeching. Then you were…
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106965
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It was the early 80's My students carried / guns.
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106900
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Morning. A hot bright sun shines down on the cool dark depths of the deep blue sea.
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106955
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for Melissa together today. I like that feeling. I want to pound a piano into the ground just for you. To your warmest heartbeat I raise my glass. Thank you. It doesn't really matter if they think that's a velvety Elvis…
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106901
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Her dad regaled me with stories of his up-from-the-bootstraps climb out of poverty on the hard-scrabble, rough-and-tumble Lower East Side of New York, where he founded the leading supplier of hyphens to writers of purple prose.
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106951
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I awoke sweating like a Mormon at an anti-bigamy conference.
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106900
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I will miss you, sure, let it be known. The memory, and the dream, both. That familiar smell of Old Spice when someone wearing it comes near. And the smell of Coppertone Suntan Lotion on the beaches of our youth in Chicago. And the pressure of your fing
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106942
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the echo of the hull's first contact with the water will pull the past through the present and the present into the past.
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106900
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I was reading The Transmission of Doubt by Adi Da, and since it was just shy of five hundred pages, I had become tired and needed air. It was funny because Eglington Square Mall had only one floor and was more like a mini mall than anything, with a beer store on…
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106911
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the wiggly word / floats toward the crowd
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106933
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“Can I get apple juice and milk?” “Yes.” “And a chocolate shake?” “Will you finish all that and your food?” “Probably not.” “Still yes. Get whatever you want.” The waitress took the order. Along…
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106985
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Yes sir, I confess there have been timeswhen I did not care how young the earth isor take pride in how she sprang back to greenregardless of how hard the snow fought.There have been times, yes, when I lacked the willto notice such things and knew that belowthe water's…
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106922
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Happy is a look we are trying to wear better
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1069105
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106933
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Then there was the time I splurged, hoping a higher-priced phone might keep me from slamming it against the wall.
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106822
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There is only me and the crooked pavement that leads to your dim tower.
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106801
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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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106821
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Owen had never seen his boyfriend cry, but while he was in the bathroom having a cigarette through the open window, he heard Devin sniffling and coughing back tears. A bit shocked, he decided not to confront Devin or acknowledge that he had heard. Italian men could be…
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106800
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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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1068108
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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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106810
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The aftermath of a lady's adultery.
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