109 18 8
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5700
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Is it true that deception is the true flower of this world? Honey-like, sliding down the exposed sides of song, flouting the clear hearing and memory? Imitating all, having intercourse with sleeping men and women, with a cold ear to life, an equally col
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3900
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As has happened many times in my life, I heard your voice in my sleep and I saw you, though only briefly. Over the years I have seen this man I thought was you clearly and known when he was in danger – a car wreck at twenty (I was correct on everything
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9652
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Some days you just need a day off. Not really a vacation, just a break, you know? I did that the other day, just tried to relax, but I started to feel stir crazy. I washed the car, and remembered how dirty my neighbor’s car usually was, and figured I’d su
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8000
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Heart death makes the stars sad. Of this you sang, you yourself, like the true solitary angel you were, looking at the stars, tilting back in your chair while our hearts were conducted away.
God, how vital we were! Lay us bare and take this opportun
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245115
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He was Machiavelli with a tail . . .
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9653
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Not many of my friends want to be altar boys anymore. I know what you think; the Church has done a lot of wrong, but there are still good people working in it to help the needy, and change things from within.
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108364
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...the knives she laid out on the porch before her husband left her, washed and dried, set neatly by copper pennies.
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6100
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Was it bird, water nymph, or girl, I asked, half fish trashing near the boat stern, trembling, saying forbidden things next to song, laying her red cheek upon the deck as the song-pulse pushed at her throat?
I knew immediately what she was in for th
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115231
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I suggested a threesome for her birthday. In jest, I thought. But here we are; me in my checkered Oxford, Katie in her red silk blouse, as planned. We're at this sushi place at the corner of 9th and Bentham. “Zuma.” I hate this restaurant, to tell you the…
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7530
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We watch cop shows because we want to believe you can figure out the whole human disaster.
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97411
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I hear the undying screams of the children outside.
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88124
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Then he'd prop himself from the furthest stall from the door every Sunday morning.
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138684
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...Father is with her, face stinking with cheer...
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6600
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All emptiness and vanity combined to bear the northern lights, the land whose beauty burned under the north wind, the alive dark that scorched our sweet girls, famous for their luxury, not their caution, secret worship, secret rites.
This is my body
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