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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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At some point, indifference//
will swallow the small gasps./
The appalling will become the norm.
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I pay for 3 Trump Troll Dolls and a package red licorice twizzlers and head back toward the door. Dancing Gnome Girl is there to greet me. I stick a twizzler in the teeth of the donation pail.
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It wasn't pain
but half of it,
so half of it I mended
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It was only two days before Christmas. Jonathan remembered his mother crying.
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I could put on some music, but it just pushes me further away from you, so it seems. It takes me out far beyond the safety breakers and then reintroduces me to my own splashing two-fisted fear of swimming. You can swim through …
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In all the years we lived here we never had any issues from the power towers behind our house, other than them being slightly unsightly. I didn't even notice them when we would socialize out back, especially when drinking. When it rains you can sometimes
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The pool deck was covered with the bloody footprints of resident gawkers.
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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wear that short skirt and those high-heeled boots
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nevertheless, this crowd had come up with a universal cure for humanity, and regardless of consequences . . .
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Freshly fucked,
Shirley exhaled enjoying the lingering sensations. She always felt lighter after a good orgasm, and this had been one for the record books.
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Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle
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