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The belly dancer waved a gauzy strip of blue fabric in front of her face. She flung it towards their table, but it landed feebly a few feet away. Donny lunged forward and grabbed it, then slid back into his seat, glowing. Mary Ellen reached across the tab
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I become the accumulation/
of appetites
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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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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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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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and like the want
of weather, we walk away or come close
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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beauty and love at first sight and this seemingly endless desire
washes and cleans my soul and makes me feel weak
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my eyes have seen many things over the course of my life to date; plenty is cherished, but too much has been monotonous, pedestrianmy hands, always striving, working, longing, trying for epic, eagermy lips would, if they could, be concerned exclusively with kissingmy …
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how beautiful it could have been
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. . . when distance loses memory in plain sight . . .
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I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
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