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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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Alysia saw her reflection in Suzaku’s eyes. There was an empty face looking back.
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If Heaven holds forth its own Infinity, What of selves, of ours, could we stand to see? Cradled with harsh fangs of Memory, Deep forgetfulness, give rather me- Let bright dreams be our self's divinity: Forever holds, in morrow's hours, such little…
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Long, elegant, with a touch of arch,
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The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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You can ask so many questions
Of what’s it all about
You can empty out the closets
And roll the mothballs out
But no one has the answers
It’s all a mystery
There’s a bigger picture
But it’s really hard to see
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Sunday, Nolan and I drop by the ice rink on 10th and Alma to watch the amateur hockey leagues battle it out in an unspoken yet assumed class war: the buff, unemployed rink bums who can grind ice, cross-check, and stick handle like the pros, versus the dou
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Everyone loves a story of love
unrequited.
But what about the stories
of the unrequited lovee?
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I'm sure someone somewhere must havefelt something like it before. Imean I've never been able tohave this kind of deep longing asif you might want to forget everythingyou know. I always figured that funny stuff onlyhappened to folks in a foreignfilm. Not to some guy…
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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The virtuoso tortures a violin/
in homage to Paganini.
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Ok American dogs. Here my first story I wrote when I only two days old! Then evil moderator delete me and story go away. Now I three days old. I try to remember.
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Despite what the bible says, Shadrach and Meshach had no third brother named Abednego. To pay for his cello lessons, Yo-Yo Ma worked the subways of New York as a busker. Just chill. After Sal went into witness protection, he yearned for a job at the art…
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It's just another night in the old city, perched in the skeletal radio tower with my collection of telescopes
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I just sit here thinking
You’re cheating on me again
It’s how you acted last time
The same as it’s ever been
Don’t wanna go ballistic
What’s inside your head?
Why don’t you just tell me
Who’s been sleeping in that bed
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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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Marissa sat on her knees placing her hand on Alysia’s head. Her eyes held back her tears as she watched her daughter’s eyes shift back and forth.
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If love could only by heat be bound
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Unreasonable anger, Each hour prescribed
The house haunted
with good intentions,
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Cars like sardines /
Fell asleep keggling
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