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"Look at the grime on those curtains. Not fit for an Emperor. Pull them down. Put up fresh new ones. Not a spot."
"Oh! Look at this throne. All uneven legs. The gems are not shining. The gold looks dull. Fix it, fix it, fix it!"
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It was too young to be love.
We were 5,
a buzz-cut me,
and you,
plated with babyteeth
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There was an ownership about the makeshift carnival. There was a therapy there.
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His people eat soggy casseroles and smile with tight lips.
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And I am reminded of river eyes:
The summer we slumbered,
Like mummies in the sand
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Miriam smiled as I entered through the old, creaky metal front door of her home. She sat still, face marked of deep wrinkles, tense with the pain only another cancer patient would understand. In that soft, sweet, melodic voice, she greeted me. '"Hello Ms. Monica, I've been…
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The two began a close friendship, documented through their numerous letters.
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The burgeoning grace her dancing showed was replaced with muscular awkwardness and limbs that didn't quite want to obey their master. But it was worse. The vivacious seven-year-old girl was gone and had been replaced by a frustrated two-year-old who kne
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My best friend and I are sitting on her daybed watching her sister dance with my boyfriend. Her sister's shaking her ass in front of his crotch and he's going along like he's got no choice, twisting his hips and flapping his arms like a horny pigeon.
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When I think about love, I actually think about life. And when I think about that, I wonder if we’re really who we used to be.
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There’s this woman I work with, I asked her how she was doing the other day and she said she saw someone jump in front of a train. I said: if she ever needed someone to talk to, she could talk to me. She said: she had her friends. Her friends are in anoth
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“I found a recipe on the net and now my hair smells of pumpkin.”
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He looked at the floor to avoid the sight of her painted lips.
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People ask me sometimes what it’s like to meet your wife when you’re six years old, and I have to admit now that I don’t really understand the question. Marla and I, we were just friends for most of that time. She made me laugh. I let her crib off my math
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- Never in pain and distance -
Frown on these moments,
With bitterness and vain
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