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Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
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100800
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100755
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what-ta-hell, fuck this
he snorts brushing
the dust from his shoulders
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100744
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A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
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10072510
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100700
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So this has led again to my hunger over you, the lion of all people, the other I, pertaining to voice, speech, perception. I knew right away how you rose up inside me, how I could fly near your ceiling. Right away could feel the tide, rising and swollen
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100700
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It comes to him in the night. When he's lying there, staring at the ceiling. The shadows dance on the white paint, forming into monsters that get you when you sleep. The moon hangs low in the sky, dancing with the stars in a ballet that lost all movement
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100751
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But of course, I didn’t get the grant, so my day job in communications at Katzenfeld continued. It was the first job I got out of college. I had been there for over a year and my salary was less than my rent and student loans combined, so I had to keep my
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100700
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Horses pulled carts loaded with valuables at backbreaking speed. King Street was one of the steepest in the city making the steeds’ task most difficult in deed. Their chest covered in foam and their eyes wild with fear. Their clattering hoofs gripped
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100611
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100621
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100697
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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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100632
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For the kid in me who fell
head over heels
all the way down
the stars,
I wonder where you are
now.
Slack is harder to
cut than
you might think,
I have learned.
And assigning the middle finger its true purpose
keeps me pretty bus
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100600
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To be fair, I have to say I learned things from Lisa, certain things about sex and how to use my body effectively, to use what I had to the best effect, though it probably would have been true to say that about any girl who might have been the first girl
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100611
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We have been down here before
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100611
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Forgetting fractures her body into a vast flower of fragments
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1005158
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1005135
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My sacred boxes contained this information.
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1005107
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His self-assurance says/
he’s practiced in the art/
of self-deception
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100533
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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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100531
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Watching himself dissolve comes with no sense of meaning. It is simply what it is. He finds that curious.
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100411
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a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
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10041315
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100410
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On the train, with a bag full of books, All by the same person. That's what writing is. With each shudder bump my Head lags behind, and my eyes follow While the wandering shaky straight line Moves…
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100401
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100400
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100300
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I have sat aside and entertained the coveted feelings of what was not in my hands. Only briefly, a moment shared of hidden secrets and joy. But of and between us, I cannot say that this moment is a considerable spur-still I desire…
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100354
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No one is going to find us. And even if they did it's just a play someone wrote with you in mind as the lead. No one is going to find us. I could have told you this but I didn't want to spoil your newfound fun. No one is going to find us. The funny…
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100310
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Watch the moon hang with methough miles and miles apart.Over sea and rock and railwaysforever in my heart.
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100376
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If she weaves words that are true enough
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