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Life feels like being stuck in a bus, next to a skinny bitch – the kind that keeps blinking.
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The yellowed and peeling posters of men and women with grotesque disfigurements under the slogan, “Know Your Criminals!” that peered down at him from the walls were a familiar sight. Everyone knew that people with faces like that were as monstrous as they looked…
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My skin is tearing in microscopic slits
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410
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He laid low during daylight and ran the river during the pre-dawn and twilight hours on swift currents from mountain snowmelt. There was plenty of food and water to sustain him along the way. After six days on the river he pulled out and hid the stolen boat in…
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I need a place to stay the night, cheap and off the beaten path. It's pitch dark and foggy, street signs impossible to read. I drive around in circles for a while and pull onto a frontage road parallel to the main highway. This leads to a ramshackle area that's mixed…
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I don’t think I like where we stood
To see these golden paths of what could
I hate to think I awoke from this lie
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He can’t enlarge the rock—/
can only find its safest distance
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