1464 20 14
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I become the accumulation/
of appetites
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1486 5 4
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She allowed him to wash her hair. Touching it in a wet state, running his hands through it in a soapy state, wringing the water out when he was finished—he was ecstatic.
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1635 9 8
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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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1455 3 3
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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1408 1 2
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and like the want
of weather, we walk away or come close
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1311 2 3
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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1666 3 3
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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174 15 11
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128 9 7
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how beautiful it could have been
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58 4 4
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. . . when distance loses memory in plain sight . . .
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83 9 4
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1629 15 13
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I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
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2135 6 4
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burning for You, caught in between, yearning to remain completely wrapped around Your finger, feeling panoramic, and this alive.
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