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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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Even if it's true, I've seen you dance, you brought me so high, you were flying. I've watched as you danced the good necessary medicine right into a room. It came from your feet, not your lit up head. Your name is such a lovely melody. I've…
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The last sip of my dry (very dry and dirty) gin martini tasted like a crude motor oil.
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. . .and still wild roses star far fields the same.
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waves assaulted black volcanic rock in briny harmony
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As ghosts, they became lovers. Rodion would strum the Underwood keys like a balalaika. Lizaveta would sing.
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When the compost thaws the past oozes out into the present....
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On the gravel in front of my feet lies a small piece of paper folded in four. I pick it up and unfold it. I see letters — a foreign word perhaps. I fold it again and let it warm up in my hand. Sitting now near the lamp, I put on my glasses and scrutinise the…
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...the room was filled
with a brightness
and a breeze,
making you think
you were up in
the clouds.
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a fat crow rapturously caws over its good fortune...
not a morsel left on the street,
not even a bloodstain
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[Scumbag scumbag ― fuck you!!! Stop reading this it's my private JOURNAL!!! Thanks. ;) ]
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It was a battered, creaky, rickety old thing, this wheelbarrow. It had two wooden handles with cracks running through the wood, a fat rubber wheel and a deep tray encrusted with the mud and plaster and grout that it had transported through decades of heavy use. Based on…
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Thus does time fly and we with it.
Because time flies on the cosmic scale, curious things inevitably occur in local circumstances.
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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...Or perhaps it has; It depends which way you look at it. Perhaps the reader may cite laziness As my reason for not titling this Any other than I would have done As now, with such a title As it has, since for some reason I never…
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If she weaves words that are true enough
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The cicadas struck their soundsTheir ribs made a clicking drumThe sound was formed over buckling ribsvibrations sounds like a maracas bangle beatingShe sat up in a lounge chair trying to sleepThe tiny ants she found tickling her armThey crawled from some hole…
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It’s good to have some,
Extra weight -
Something they can
Grab on to,
In the sheets,
When it’s late-
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a few Hershey's Kisses tucked in with the note
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Some nights now I sit at my window
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My work is not that sexy and glamorous kind of time travel that you see in the movies with Deloreans and phone booths.
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She rubs her head into mine...
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I rang the doorbell. Claire opened the door, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I opened my arms to give her a big hug. She stiffened and pulled away. Stunned, my lips parted, but I couldn’t think of a single word to say.
Ideal, Phillis. ”Broken”, Pure
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Don't forget to fuck me. Blow me. Suck me. Don't forget to fuck me. [REPEAT 2X]
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Luke and Diane sat at a round white table looking around the room. There were clusters of people forming an archipelago of cordial exchange and small talk. All but a few were strangers, friends and family of his sister-in-law Mary, now a widow, though the word sounded…
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