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Sometimes he could feel so small he believed he could fit through the eye of a needle.
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I threw my hand / at the gearshift/
the car glided off.
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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“I don't want to talk about this right now.” “Oh you don't want to…
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The Circle of Four looked at the little girl’s back, and they could almost see the wings, but it could never take shape because of her heart.
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we share somewhat the same past
he was bureau chief of ABC overseas
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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The piss monster looks for clues of its childhood in the stains it leaves behind on the furniture.
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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They borrowed birds from the trees
And forced me to sing along with them
You could say they made my heart burn
But we all know some of that was fake
It was a direct route
From sleep walking
To sleep shopping
To this
I guess I lived a
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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On the Rocks What matters these, to all, below the crest… If privilege of mind-blankness is the bay's? Remembrance breeds no fathoms of its rest- As plumb the circuit lulled, at each rephrase Of capture,…
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in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .
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When I was a kid, I was terrified of dying in a bombing,
which is strange, really, because I lived in Long Island,
which has relatively few bombings to speak of.
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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It doesn't have to be force grown betweenus. We entwine naturally. It's agood feeling to have a friend who at oncedoesn't require a hothouse ceiling laidbetween each invisible touch. There's justwind. There's just rain. There's just sun. There's just you.There's just…
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I hate math. I hate everything about it.
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Regina Dawn "Gina" Edwards, 49, passed away June 2, 2006.
R.I.P. "Ridge Woman"
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My sweet baby angel has baby hair Baby angel has a golden cross lit looking at the crystal pig and kind mare The drowning unicorn comes from the waves in fits. My sweet baby angel has baby talkBaby angel has a diamond shape scarburied heart shaped…
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as i sink down into the
shadows crawling like a worm
past cold bricks
centuries old in my blood
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They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out
to shake the hands in that familiar men’s
grasp/shake they do when saluting each other.
If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one
sitting in his car, with her door wide open.
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Mayumi’s eyes twitched. Her head felt the pounding images and voices grafting themselves onto her mind.
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The ability to "see the ball" is a gift.
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