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2052145
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I'm the joker of the pack in our office, although I think a lot of my humour is too subtle for my colleagues
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205154
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Jacabo gave the boy a can of beer with oxycontin and rat poison in it. He instructed the boy to drink and talk. Jacabo did this, fully aware that making ghosts was a costly enterprise.
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205143
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I wriggled in the bed and felt the sheets soaked with perspiration. My arms were lined with tape and tubing, needles pressed in veins. I reached for the cloth again and again, and every time they stopped me. The hands that came were cold and hard, urgent
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205154
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I would be reduced to begging on the streets and hoping for a sign of her in soup lines.
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205163
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Cap'n Pepper tries and tries but Old Salty is never happy.
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20511311
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You'll be gone. I'll be gone. I'd hate to think how it was all for nothing, that all we did was stumble into a pretty big hole of our own making. The best place for a broken heart after all is in your own sweet chest. No one else…
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205122
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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20511315
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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20512013
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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2051124
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The fettuccine is a disaster. Mini-ants have invaded the container. Barry spots them in the boiling water after pouring in the pasta, not much more than floating black specks, but too many to ignore. He dumps out the pasta and returns to the closet to…
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205100
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No matter the guidance and support she received from her parents, her psychiatrist, and her friend; no matter how hard they tried to remind her of her humanity, Azure believes this chimera form is her true body now.
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20511912
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He held my little hand in his and guided it through the dirt.
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205121
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Fleas were a constant reminder that humans are food.
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205022
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The mother was happy, though. She was happy because she could make him some soup and then she could feed it to him in bed.
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20501814
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I become a lake, a river, a stream, an ocean that will one day be able to move anything, anyone.
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205074
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Start with a long look down the alley, a small hoodied figure turning in.
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2050148
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I like the smoke going in
but I like it even more
when it's coming out
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205000
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The number 25 double-decker bus threads its way through the narrow two-lane streets. Coughing and burping without a hint of embarrassment, it carries us from the train station, with its cheerful round clockface and neat front of red brick, over the weepin
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20501111
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It’s like faith. My battle buddy is out there, I know it, but I can’t see him, nor can I hear him. I just know he’s there, trusting he’ll do what he’s supposed to do, and he’s trusting in me.
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2050109
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I ordered biscuits and gravy
at the Sunset Grill,
Just before the Amber Alert
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20501414
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That was before Cohen died. Castro died. Castro Died should be a title by Samuel Beckett. Once I nearly went out to buy a bass clarinet just for the purpose of playing along with Leonard Cohen.
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205064
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Riding in a pick-up-truck,
the radio wailing
some 'love em and leave em" country song,
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204942
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204910
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And my word! Wouldn’t you know it, in two shakes of a jiffy they have shucked off all their clothes and are butt naked right here in my den. I don’t have to wonder what Mother would say if she could see them here. “Keep the noise down, boys!” I ha
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204833
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Describe how like or unlike a vagina a peach pit is, using no anatomical words.
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204834
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I’m going to stop there, before the darkness sets in.
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204834
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We draw a treasure map in the sandwait for the waves to wash it awayI ask you not to leave me stranded hereIf I'm bound for hell, I don't want to be left behindThe sun breaks through the edge of infinityspills over the line, soaking the sky…
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2048119
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strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
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2048158
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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