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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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Life is meagre with me; I am unsatisfied and left always begging for __________.
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On 3rd when you looked at your 389th happy New Year greeting, you autotyped “same to you”. No one on whatsapp knew.
At week 17 of IVF therapy when you and your new bride could do no more; doctor Mehdi said neither could he.
At 5 minutes left, you mi
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We begged him to sell us some shade. Just enough for half an hour, until our bus would pick us up and drive us to our next destination, continuing what was turning out to be a purgatory tour of forgotten Mediterranean towns.
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They followed the crow up a hill, where lights were at its brightest below. The teens stood frozen in time.
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The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
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We may think about so many things and thoughts about rain. We may think about where it is going, where it comes from.
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In the black not dead of night, she gathers them; slowly,diligently placing the cansand bottles into two large plasticbags strung across a long piece of wood; this is her money work. She is small, but her bodyhas the choreography down:sift, search, lift,…
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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
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Soon the entire sky load of constellations
was carried across the bumpy fields
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I still see Big Mama leaning over her garden to pick a zinnia to put in her still life. Her old pink slip, hanging diagonally a foot under her hiked up, ragged, stained dress, half covered by her paint smock, which matched her white, faux fur, bedroom sli
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The president is truculent today.
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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Then I did the same to you, inhaling your scent which was one thing at your hairline and another at your collarbone.
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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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I could reach out
and grab this world
by the p...
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you shimmered me with attention
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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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Spilled milk it is --lactate of common desire;water under the bridge, slow-moving, white. So this is what we feed on: the past and present here for the licking.Sweat is water too,for the hungry, and any past will do. Parched mouths kiss just as well as…
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The worm was stabbed where two rivers branch:/ the thing that would slay was slain.
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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Maybe tomorrow someone dreams
And maybe someone moans
But beware the steam inside the dome
It’s just dreams that sorrow owns
If it resonates, say so
Ho in a raccoon coat
Slow bum ahead
If it resonates, say so, say so
And her man, yo
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Two weeks after All Souls’ Day, he trudges through the overgrown pasture behind the farmhouse, his head bent, intent on his footing, a shovel his walking stick.
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No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
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the moon tops the monolith
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Always in a hurry/to spoil your/weekend
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