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Devoid of flesh and muscle,
Composed of bone and air.
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[FUN FACT: Can you name the 3 80's sitcom stars who asked cops when they were pulled over for a speeding ticket, 'Don't you KNOW WHO I AM!' Answer: It's not just three!]
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Another routine week for Roselyn. She took the bus to work, settling snugly in the seat, all dressed in woollens in tune with the low temperature. Her coat was buttoned up with a long scarf wound around her neck, almost hiding her entire face. One could imagine a ferret…
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graves left or graves lost, into silence death sinks:/it's leaving the living that leaves us such pain.
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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We were fleeing Hurricane Katrina
We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner
But found a sign that said it was closed
All of a sudden as we sat there in our car
The shop’s owner knocked on the window
And asked what he could get for us
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
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In the evening when the sun sinks low and the baths gets drawna tall glass of milk sits slowly spoiling and sweating on the cracked white window sill. And the kids walk across the grass.The birds send out their last farewell notes They sail on the infinite breath of…
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If you're not any more interesting sloshed / than you are sober / then what's the point?
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“Oh, where are you going to, O tow-haired rover?” Though my sight turns nowhere homeward, and my mouth's run numb, I can hear a leaflet sifting through the walls of clover; Though I stay, I ‘m going forth and o'er to Camelot, come- On a four…
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“Don’t ever call me that name, formal or informal, okay? Forget you heard it.”
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and I don’t miss it. /
And I do miss it.
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Even at five years old, I could tell that Eloise was haunted by ghosts that shook her core, leaving her dangling and seeking stability in slowly repeating her compulsive routines.
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commending Bunin, he wound up here/confined almost to the narrow cell/from a Ninth Circle his tour commenced.
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A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
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You got to love the beauty of a gin-joint where the whores'll tell you how handsome you are. Beautiful girls and they work in these bars with names like “Paradise Lucky,” “Everyone Joy,” or “Hollywood Happy.”
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All I know is, something I was unaware of
Left that vacant look in her eyes
As if I had taken the last brownie of her life
And then heard myself laughing
From the dark side of the moon
Maybe she was just standing in
The wrong wind that day
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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My single sculling boat was not made to take the impact of a pickup.
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So, as the lines on my face grow more pronounced, the lines on my finger prints are fading away?
All I can say is that it's a damn shame it's not the other way around.
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Milton Berle bought a hot dog at the Stucky's snack bar once. True. I wasn't there, but I believe it.
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can memory freeze in place like this?
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"You're publishing too much too / quickly. We think that's unhealthy. We want you / to slow down. You're becoming a fame whore."
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“Look them straight in the eye, keep your mouth shut unless spoken to, and make no sudden moves.”
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The racket of me left
this morning
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