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I'm hoping, I'm reaching,
I'm scratching the sky...
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98975
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The despair that comes and goes is here again
I saw a woman who was holding herself
As she walked past, as if a fire were about to
Lunge out of her parts
She was in such great need of being held
The despair that comes and goes is here again
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Drugs, after all, once in the system, demanded unfalteringly more drugs.
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113766
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This is not her death. This is absent-minded omniscience. This is impossible. And then again, the inside-out, implosion. And the hall was clogged with bodies; none of them hers, but who could be sure?
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1292188
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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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103285
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I ate a tuna salad sandwich for lunch.
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I'm writing you this letter played on a cherry flute. I'm sending it along through the poem's cloud of incense. The only delivery system I still hitch up for long distance pitching. I'm writing you a letter you'll probably never read. Never…
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In the summer of '68 my father persuaded me to go visit my grandparents on their farm in North Dakota. I had long hair and dressed like a French symbolist outlaw. Took the train to Minot, spent the night in a hotel (watching Your Cheatin' Heart, movie about Hank…
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12392110
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--"Look at us," she murmurs. "Tristan and Isolde without the adultery."
--"Well, you can't have everything."
--"No? I heard otherwise."
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90243
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From decade to decade, editorial opinion swings and sways as to whether the fault of volubility resides chiefly with the practitioner or with the lawless company he keeps.
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9181010
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He steered to the roadside and answered her question before she could ask.
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87452
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My trousers turn when her these eyesights earn is learned in light,Like limn of laugh or limbs hers — do I know her, no? — but gauzy Greyhair ravings greyscale havens of Old Jake whose floozy Wooed, ne'er raised the wood that, pencil-perched, arrests…
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She darted out of her shadow, deftly she maneuvers through the tables and chairs and their eyes follow her.
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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85063
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I was bleeding from the soul
It took its toll
I fell all the way down in a hole
I saw some burning coal
I didn’t know where the hell I was
Or what went wrong
As I sang some unholy song
Where I did not belong
There was a frozen carcas
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Effluvium is such a lovely word, so hey surprise it covers rancid butter, vomit, fertile gingko fruit trekked in from the pavement.
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14351410
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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15131911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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We're killing off the elephants. We're killing off the tigers. We're killing off monarch butterflies. We're wrecking the coral reefs. Big sad gorillas don't feel at home in their own homes. And all instead of learning to live in some…
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97085
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David: Glad you made it. It’s been ages since we've had a cuppa.
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These philosophic notions floated in my head for years and eventually helped inspire my pursuit of basic information in contemporary physics, astrophysics, astronomy, and cosmology when I was not reading or writing fiction or verse.
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1121108
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Once with the lights flickering....
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14202314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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990129
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The murder of two teens late one humid night on a tiny rural Virginia island brings a dark, malignant mystery edging into the village known as Leicester Court House.
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94163
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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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Somewhere in the tenth dimension
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