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I could call him. And be done with this waiting but I refused. I wanted him to not forget me first. To bring himself to remember me first before I'd give him the pleasure of my company.
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22022313
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She stepped out of her panties. She spread her arms wide. "Take me!" she sang.
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2201138
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on this scenic route you will likely encounter a handful of bicycle spoke lobster traps.
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220199
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I'm not interested in her that way.
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220197
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"...across from me
staring at my bare knees."
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2201176
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Every time I read a great line by another writer, I feel fear.
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220032
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But Jana insisted to see this miracle, this antidote for the mundanity of existence.
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2200149
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for the rush of longing
and brush with flight
that is her imagination
will surely lift her above the traffic
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220000
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Alysia lifted her head and felt Reya wipe her tears away. She looked at her friends and smiled a little. Happy that she was not alone.
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220032
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Knowing this is too long for here I won't be crushed or enraged if no one has the time to read it. Also, it's not fiction.
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2199198
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It lies in rusting riot
of shadowed days.
Flying high its emblem wings,
forever stalled.
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219972
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She did not know Robert’s skin was sliced and bruised from the twelve pound ball and chain locked to his ankle for sixteen hours that night.
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219862
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No, she hated the vain, overweight, pathetic, glass-of-merlot-a-day, SUV piloting, Carmen-cell-phone-ring-toned, housewives and consumer sluts that charged through the store like starving hyenas through the fallen, decaying, putrid, corpses of a plague-ri
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2198179
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"we are all headed to be forsaken by animal hearts a mountain of poor"
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219862
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I pasted a sample paragraph of my writing on the website 'Who do you write like?'.
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219810
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I had been crouching in the bushes outside her house for at least two hours when the show started. Some people might call it obsession. Me, I like to call it dedication.
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2197107
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Going to catch Ma a fish. Won't be special like Tom coming home. But she won't have to feed it. She can eat it.
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219786
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He winked at me and said Let’s get Harris and Klebold on these motherfuckers.
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21971311
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that moon does not think (unless mineral thoughts) . . .
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21961915
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Our sons do nothing but drink and roar
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219610
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Daddy? Yes, hun. What do you think about life? Did you ask your mother? I'm asking you. (lowers newspaper) Well, (squinting eyes) life gives you so much pumpkin. ! and (like a whip) and..? (brows almost touching the hairline)…
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2196204
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In the hotel lobby, the gold light and warmth and flower arrangements were all lies, but they reminded us of spring. We imagined happiness. We checked in.
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219600
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August 14
I remember the smell of fresh air. The feeling of clean air in your lungs. I haven't had that feeling in quite some time now. I guess few people have.
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219632
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Six months ago, Gary hired a goateed designer to "defoliate" the office, trucking out all the ficus trees and spanish moss to make room for curved sheets of fiberglass and, as he called it, "negative space." Now, her voice echoes off the concrete floors.
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219650
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In a hot splattering we were born
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219573
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Ancient erections loom aloft
ringed by decades
centuries for some
in gnarled scabs of pine.
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21951412
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My mother pointed to the soaring red towers, each with 600,000 rivets, she said, put in place by men like my Pa, by their sweat and arms as hard as balcony railings.
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21951513
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Poets who thrum jirble and thwack
Poets who thrum eat quorn with raw swamms
Poets who thrum are eristic (not shambolic)
Poets who thrum deliciate unto kench when they freck
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2195112
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I carried him home, all blood and brains, and set him in the ground. Is that love, George?
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21954726
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Drop out of school. Buy a journal and keep a list of excuses. Run wind sprints and lay off the beer. Use teeth whitener.
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