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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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" Not a day goes by/ that isn't stabbed with common sorrow"--Maurice Manning Crazy's alright by me if it's a harmless plea for some little sanity, or unavoidable by birth but it just won't do for tricks. Like say I go over there right…
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The book has known many women’s hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.
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She was a beautiful woman. I don't argue with that. I welcome it.
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217284
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... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.
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21712015
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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217154
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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217161
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I can feel the souls
of those who perished
here
They’re still here
like old kites
hanging in the sky
tattered, but they
won’t come down
or can’t come down
just yet
because they haven’t
fulfilled their
unborn promises
t
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217110
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I am wearing stolen socks. Not because I haven't any of my own, and not because they are an exact fit. Only because they soothe my emptiness inside.
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217122
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There are worse things than getting your ass kicked by a 12 year old Puerto Rican kid. This was exactly my thinking as he stood over me, his pre-pubescent screams sounding like a baby Bruce Lee, preparing to finish me off.
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217088
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You just watch, the schoolteachers’ll be next and then you’ll see shit go down. Imagine what happens when a fifth-grader sees his teacher getting frog-marched through a crowd on YouTube.
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217064
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I put my arms around her and whisper to her while she plays the piano. She wiggles and tells me to stop it.
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217052
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The storm grew in might until it spawned the worst kind of tornado, an F-5 or Finger of God.
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217058
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Mama hung them everywhere. It started with just a few, in our apartment and outside on the brick. She made walls into windows.
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2170108
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"good luck, and be assured acceptance for representation or publication is based on different criteria at different agencies and we are sure you will yet find someone mentally deficient enough to give your book a shot."
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One sunny morning, a big-bellied ball of yellow fur surveyed a yard full of prospective adopters and ran straight to one.
She’d been chosen.
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217000
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Alysia stopped for a moment. She knew what she was going to say, but held back her words and thoughts. Chisame took advantage of her hesitance.
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217085
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I ask for your patience with this form message, as it is part of a system that ensures
every submissive ex lover is considered separately, since I am involved in a lot of anonymous sex.
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21701615
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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21701616
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There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
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217021
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When I glance at the bedside clock I realize that we have been making love in one way or another for nearly three hours now. I am filled with a certain secret smugness that I am still going strong. It has been a long time since I’ve done anything quite li
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217062
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You longed to rip off her butterfly wings and watch her scream in agony. You ached to carve the steel from her eyes.
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217085
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I could love them all, your people, /
Learn their differences, speak their tongues, /
When there is no one there to hold you /
But me, my arms would be wide enough /
To hold armies of your need. Do not forget.
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217096
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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217086
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no one else comes in my back door but you
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21701712
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Conceptio culpa
Nasci pena
Labor vita
Necesse mori
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216952
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this one was abandoned... a splinter left under the skin, pushed out by protective flesh
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216921
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“Cheng Ho didn’t go just Cape Horn; treasure ships visit Australia and America. His very advanced compass. Not just point north-south. Show east-west too.”
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Eventually, all the windows on the street went dark, each small house cloaking its occupants in a world unto itself, soundproofed and emotionally remote.
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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