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Ruby never wailed. She was tougher than that. Her eyes were hot with tears, though. She dabbed a dishcloth along her cheeks. Ruby was 31 years old, broken down and drained. She married for love at first, got hate in the end, and lost more than…
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The news just now that you are dead
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Yankees call them daffodils.
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Love heals. Lovers know this from the start, Yet they may not know with certainty What love is. Not that it matters especially When they find the magic within the power Of unfolding lust, Of redemption, Of unmitigated joy. There's a mutual…
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As bad as it is you say it is not that bad, you say it made your Sunday.
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“I do not know if you can hear me, or if you can talk to me. Some people do not believe in people like you, you know, spirits, ghosts or whatever you are. I do. I know you are here because of what happened here.” I could not speak. I did not feel I could.
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I didn't feel much when I found out that Jay is dead. I didn't cry. I tried.
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It is late at night and you lean / over me to make sure your alarm is set.
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She'd hung a handful of pink quartz, blue datolite and clear rock crystals from my rear-view mirror, they swayed and clapped together with each jarring impact of the F-250 as we headed up up up up. She said, "each time they click, it's good luck," brushin
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Costas was the Greek who put these buildings up all over the city. But all it meant to us was forty five floors—all windows and glass—and not one ledge to give a foothold.
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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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She had endured three years of abuse for those hot, fleeting moments of tenderness—just enough warmth to keep her second-guessing the bitter frost. Now the ring promised a lifetime of biting back her pain.
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snow drips from her nipples and niveous becomes aqueous
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hello they say the rite of passage is falling in love and i didn't believe that until now. you took one look at my broken smile and showed up with your thread and needle and your mortar and sugar and took to work. you poured mortar on my mouth and sugar over my lips…
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He laughed – pictures traveled across his mind of bodies and mouths and the sex and the liquor, he could taste the flesh and the alcohol right then, strong, immediate.
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