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I wrote a million lines of poetry last night.
/ Metaphor after metaphor of your beauty
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You walked into the dream world
That divides us from each other
And removed your clothes
And there was no specific language
For orgasm there
It was all multilingual
They were white and fluffy like new clouds
Like notes written on the bars
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“I’ve seized a family’s satellite dish, I’ve put a lien on a guy’s blue tick hound–everything,” Suggins says with a laugh.
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Demeter's daughter comes to her when swings From green turf, all that keener hearth, whose brown Had been more mournful, in its nuptial's crown, Than all the transit buds that seed each Spring: When I, or we, say lateness brings recall, Of…
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And the promises of promises
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His father has been talking of finding a man for her, but she would have none of it. The last time he brought a traveler home, under guise of allowing him to rest for the night and have some bread, the boy crept to her room at night and attempted deprive
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Well, guys like me, no family and no place to go, need someone to chew the fat with, without complications, especially after I get the news like I got from the doctor today,
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Their son doesn’t eat anything. They can’t see how he keeps growing.
He’s like an air plant, living on air alone, all the while knowing
they themselves will never live on air alone again.
They sewed their wild oats. They lived their universal life
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“The usual,” he says, casting implicit scorn on Boston’s B–or is it C-list?–scene. “There’s a TV weatherman who’s trying to impress a hot babe at the bar with the ten-day extended forecast.”
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Two weeks later, on his way to a neighbor boy's house, Tim sees Tony on his way to the nearby convenience store.
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The dead tongues chuckle/
in Etruscan
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having the time of their lives,
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Jeff was unlucky.His first wife had been killed by his stalker a few years ago. When he first explained it to me, I had felt incredulous. Then I felt somewhat guilty for wondering who on earth would have been inspired to stalk him. The dead wife thing made me feel even…
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the bay was littered with corpses
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Why, I ask myself, is a bathroom not a room?
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There were others, too, during those years in the Sixties. I remember hooking up with that JAM girl one more time, when she was married and living in Urbana. They were going to swinger parties at the time, so she wanted to have sex with me once more for
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For every person who dies alone that way, another twenty try.
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Alone in Eugene, / I sought out / the solace of olives
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Intimacy is safer in the dark.
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Adam, bronze and lithe, runs laps on the beach
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For Algernon Afloat, on tidal difference's separated songs Let nothing spare her mention, still belongs That sterile tone mismissioned to my ear What love's illusion balanced most when throngs Of hummingbirds advanced, methinks, to hear…
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a boy with a gun, a skateboard, and spray-paint
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A survey by "You & Your Wedding" magazine has determined that one in five British brides now requires her bridesmaids to sign contracts regulating their behavior and appearance.
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Details may be missing from our lives, but you can fill them in any time you want. Fill up the cup again with me. Come in and be warm, anytime you want. Wine, women, song, whatever. I sat on the curb once, in Mexico, saying, “Give me your salads, your o
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Jeremy starts "dialing-for-dates" shortly after Thanksgiving to make sure he has someone to ring in the New Year with, but his scientific mind noticed a disturbing pattern after his initial round of phonecalls this fall.
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fallen leaves, broken limbs fron wounded trees
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Wishes are like beautiful fishing lines Pulled tightly around us. My lungs are Full of them I suppose, hopelessly caught On something rough and deep in all the darkened places. Your smile for Me was one of those, if you must know. This swung…
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to rise and rise for you and rise some more and catch the next wave into the slickest part of the new found air of youthful intention. Hard ground seemed to like me a lot more for myselfthan those snobby clouds I was watching, and…
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with so many thick curtains hung out to shroud/ so many unlit eyes, Night you’d think could spare/ a small few for our diversion . . .
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