1475 17 9
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“I found a recipe on the net and now my hair smells of pumpkin.”
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133642
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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106118
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She laughs and holds up her middle finger. Chipped black nail polish greets me.
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2404216
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unlike drift wood tossed ashore
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114410
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He was almost dying when I reached the hospital. I walked past the open automatic sliding doors into the lobby, almost vacant except a few people milling around, the nurses fighting sleep behind the desks while waiting for their shift to end.
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14133914
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Where seldom is heard
an encouraging word
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109131
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It was a phone call we never expected. You were so full of life and joy and the sound of your laugh was pierced in our minds. Two strokes. That's what they said. No explanation, no back story. We worried we would lose you. Immediately, all of our memories with you started…
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9410
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I see myself. I see infinite emptiness, I see everlasting limitation.
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49600
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He was hauled in on a white cloth, pulled up by four men on each corner. Killzone wondered why the cloth was white. It made it too obvious he was bleeding. He didn't want his men to see his wounds. None of them. But, even heroes bleed. He was zoning in and out of…
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50000
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When they arrived at the base it was a quarter passed twelve in the afternoon. The sun sat right above the city. Rays of hope and triumph reflected off of Class 3 Assault Rifles and military vehicles capable of packing enough punch to put a hole in your motivation.…
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114123
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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94921
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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1169106
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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97433
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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71245
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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