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Father, what did you think I would learn? That the heart, with an uppercut had fists in return?
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I eat my heart, I eat my heart, I eat my heart; share with me my ruby bane.
Here, here, late kiss in dark air; late last grasp of heaven’s black and silent mane.
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Dave was in the market for a house. He stopped looking when he saw this listing:
4 Br. 3 bath. In-ground pool. 2 car detached garage. Ominous Portal to Hell. finished Basement. Some Demonic Undercurrents. Modern Kitchen. City Water. Appliances. Mus
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Red runs in rivulets against the backdrop /
Into a pool, a morass, that is his life
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I was looking for an inn to get a cup of calf soup before jacking ribs at the mutton joint. Feng calls, running numbers on an engine zone out in the valley.
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She continues to drag the holy words Of her sacred scroll, to the ends of time A never-ending expedition with Saints of Hope The intention of uncovering truth In lies masked with pretty little ribbons The Mass of false segregation and …
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Running into the fire, the smoke and the chaos;
selfless first responders, innocent bystanders,
and dedicated runners
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He rose up from the ground, already feeling the headache left from the fall. He tasted blood. It was coming from his nose and lip.
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He was already up before the sun could cast the usual large, black blanket over the island’s tropical trees and paint pictures within its jungle. By now, the helicopters were already in landing position. Bullets and plasma shots were being sent back and f
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At one time, my father's smile was as wide as a lakebed. It was tight-lipped, but soft, as he held me in his arms as a baby. I was swaddled in a mint green blanket that would later become my comfort on nights when thunder roared…
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What if your teeth fell
like so many rain drops
gathered in a river
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The Earth is made of blood.
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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I have tried to sew my eyes shut, and not see,
but vision is the constant dog, looking up to be stroked.
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