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Refuse to go to the church service, even though you already missed the funeral. Tell his mother something came up. Call his phone over and over, just to hear his voice, until his mother asks you to stop. Make a recording of his voicemail. Delete it an
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My heart beat someone up the stairwell.
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....the magic things, potions to keep away the dark.
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This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and
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I eat my heart, I eat my heart, I eat my heart; share with me my ruby bane.
Here, here, late kiss in dark air; late last grasp of heaven’s black and silent mane.
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The next morning, I was shaved, skinned and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey for its untimely demise.
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I've lost the remote control to my brain
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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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"To feed the wrong fire, is to burn the house in the wrong forest."
-Shan Shaikh
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Watch the moon hang with methough miles and miles apart.Over sea and rock and railwaysforever in my heart.
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"People do that. They cross the road when they aren’t supposed to and get away with it. They do it all the time. Only, then, he might think I was a rebel and I’d rather he imagine me a square. A square who never was a wild thing. A rebel who chose to be t
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The sales clerk reached into the bag and pulled out a human heart. Faded to the pink of overchewed gum, it was slightly shriveled, shrunken, like leather left out for weeks in the rain and sun. It beat softly in her hand, ka-thump, ka-thump.
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That black hole isn't really a hole.
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The suspended heart became an oracle of sorts. Hung from a string, immersed in the kind of glass container in which tulips grow, it was located between Bath and Body Works and Kleinfelter's Jewelers at the north entrance of the mall. Someone had lost it,
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you wear the warmth of death/
and your heat eternity/
blasts on mourn from your heart
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