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He pretended to be asleep, but I could tell by the way he breathed he wasn't sleeping
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111531
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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1483314
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It is thin, this feather, white, with edges so fragile and frayed. It looks like a tool with which you could dust the very crack of dawn.
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5600
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I am the daughter of the chorus that roared through me, rude, raw in the morning, singed, singing under linen, setting free the secret prayers, the burns of all royal nature, sweet the dark first hairs of me there, the sweet steam of eternity ever in the
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196333
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I would roll my eyes, give one word replies or a smiley face.
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81020
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Fortunately not all of the stars are represented in the sky, which is already filled enough with them, or their influence. Two separate swirling rivers of light are flowing into the picture as it is. And each of the stars and the crescent moon are pregn
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130120
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I dared to dream whether she was coming or was she going
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5263
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Gotta wonder about a thing like that.
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6000
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The sun covered your dress, and I could see right through it too, we were both so transparent. Who cares? If you don’t reach right in and take what you want, you don’t ever get what you want. I already knew that much, so the thrill went running up your
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Baseball diamond. Cut diamond. In my hands, I can feel the way the pieces shiver and slice into my skin. The cut of the diamond; the cut in between finger and thumb.
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They sway from his hips, the torn knapsack, and the corners of the pushcart
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‘Do you know that tables aren’t actually solid’ he said suddenly. ‘I mean there’s loads of space in the molecules that make up wood or whatever. The only reason we can’t push through them is because of the force.’
Nearby the Android called up his light
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They are light, their souls, yours among them. And those who seduce you should understand that, and use their bodies carefully, so that you are unharmed by the night that is filled with them. The beautiful youth who would turn their flower as if you wer
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He said sometimes the reasons for leaving are the price for leaving.
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Who lived? Who was alive with your pleasure? How many scattered the milk-white seed with you, releasing the slight chill of anguish. I was always in the hot season, always wetting with sexual love that could be touched, readily. And now I am desiring in a
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