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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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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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She served him pie she knew was ruined.
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She became a murderer
in all the stages of her life
she could not seem to succeed
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Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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Mayumi flicked her hand, making her circle deflect the spell. She picked up speed and her hand grabbed Emi.
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will we become artifacts?
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The early morning temperature was a typo
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Johnny Rocket is on the I-pad, sad, He says, “Game on, King me, the Queen” Always "it", he eats pork rinds like mad, “King him again” high on amphetamine.In his sleep, ants come up from the floor board to eat french fries, cola, their aorta…
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The sad march goes ever on. It stretches endlessly over an eternity of painful hills, as unnatural as lumps under the skin, into the deserted broken down streets, the forgotten unprotected alleyways, always adding more and more lost children to…
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As if to ask if I'm okay, as if to ask aren't we the same two on this wet December morning as ever, as yesterday, a month ago even, she shoots me a look as I stand by the bed, then her sane mild brown eyes…
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Truman sits in his car on an early Tuesday morning. He rolls down both front windows down, but despite the infusion of fresh air, the car still smells of stale meat and sickness.
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