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fog settles over the mountain laying a ghostly blue shroud
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Bogart frowned, said, "How do you do that?"
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In his head he thinks oh whatever when I wake this time I shall have a very fine discussion with Someone special, oh but finding meaning in anything nowadays that's Just too much rich flattery, isn't it, filthy mirror? Inside His head's…
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The human/
is less dependable than these pinpricks//
and the lunar cycle.
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bullet points about her soul
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After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
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Occasionally, I look down and spit.
Not caring that it originates from
the deepest hole in my lungs,
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All the years since, until this morning, I'd thought the actor was James Gregory.
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My favorite was a red bowler, a man's hat, which I never dared wear outside my tiny bedroom. My three brothers wanted it too much to take that kind of a risk. They'd poke me with various sharp objects: the serrated edge of the bread knife, the rusted TV
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She didn’t look a thing like his girlfriend. This alone should have been a sign that she was just a fling, a diversion from what he had known for the past five years. She began to think of his girlfriend as guess who. Guess who was at the opening, peopl
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As ghosts, they became lovers. Rodion would strum the Underwood keys like a balalaika. Lizaveta would sing.
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next time i come around i want to be a redwood.
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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How many exceptional people/
does it take to change a light bulb?
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When the storm broke, my late aunt's dog
fetched five favourite bones from his corner, and arranged a crude protective circle.
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We've talked often about that night, where six hours of our life disappeared, about our shared experience, and the big question of why.
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Spying is a different concern. Privacy also. I feel there is a loss of privacy just in believing or realizing it is possible; our forebears did not experience loss of privacy digitally, perhaps in another way.
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That year, if you asked Al, was truly the best of times, the worst of times.
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He had the cannonball head of Hemingway, the stump neck, sloping shoulders and barrel chest.
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Major Chaos came here one of those hot days. I was washing the floor, wearing old clothes, when he knocked on my door. Since I don’t have many visits, I let him in. At first, he seemed like a soldier, but upon reflection I realized he was a big green fr
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Orchids strewn over the floor...
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"Everything except food and sex."
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Polylinguists lash me
with tongues I cannot conjugate
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I should have buried him on the saddleback and kept my mouth shut. I'll murder the bastard who did it.
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I worry about my garden. I know there are larger concerns lurking in the stale shadows than my limp little flowers, things more pressing to the meeting of minds than thick lush green leaves might bring, but this is my own greenish way of …
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"Why didn't you tell me it was Halloween?" he asked. She shook her head. The doorbell rang.
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The handsome man at the opposite table swivels his head at the tall cool slim blonde entering the breakfast cafe. The ordinary woman sitting with him adjusts her chair accordingly. She pretends to ignore her husband's distraction, smoothes her hair, licks her…
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I didn’t understand, you said with a hoot, that it was hard to get hard when my ass was soft.
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