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Flowers she doesn’t like. God or else nature must have some brief happiness over them, but it’s forgetfulness for an old goddess, whether of the moon, of hunting, or of chastity, since now she has changed.
Now all is consisting of stone. Her opened
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My roses win at the County Fair every year, even though I tell my secret to anyone who asks. They say Myra, how do you get them to bloom so red and full? And I tell them it’s the blood.
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Eventually, all the windows on the street went dark, each small house cloaking its occupants in a world unto itself, soundproofed and emotionally remote.
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What I really wanted was for Sal’s sister to know how reckless I could be, how far I would go, what I was ready to do … for her.
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If all the world had one neck, I would have clenched my hands around it and squeezed until everything went black.
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I heard you singing in the bedrooms with me. The down I was fond of, down of your cheek, your thighs light blonde in the light. Out of the dark, sweet bay, were you like a shining rock, shining white, undulating, a thing of heat. I remember you, yes!
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They sawed and hammered away as if they were having the best time. "Sounds like a blacksmith shop in here!" I said.
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How I managed to find you, out of all the meaningless places on earth, in a place like Villa Park, among cornfields yet! And to have spent with you an age, a lifetime of nights, to empty out a little our emptiness. And all the hand can conceal, whether
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One rainy day I walked to an out-of-the-way section of town where the buildings were old, and the streets were cobblestone.
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And yes, I may be the goddess of personified flesh, the same little goddess of curled locks, of little sleep, on fire, ablaze. With my sudden weakness, stoppage of breath, pulse cut short, leaving the wrist.
And you of stolen, fraudulent face, troub
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Ever the chance we were given, with luck always, fate. At least we engendered the song and the drink. Having sailed from the goddess of sensual love, having the best throw that beauty allowed, now you can call it will, though some will call it hate.
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Fabulous birds perched nearby, where we were. In their memory there goes the little god, original, in the midst of it all, happiness like anything near the river-mouth. Letting yourself dabble in the femaleness of it. In the lower world or on the playin
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The zombie apocalypse was long foretold as a rather exciting bit of bother involving shotguns and chainsaws, but the reality of it is rather depressingly boring.
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I woke to a crash and the sound of coins rolling along the linoleum. “Mom?” She did not look up. Her shaking hand was gathering up the single crown coins, the fifty heller pieces. Triumphantly she rescued a ten crown note from the piggy bank shards. …
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