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I ate the last item of food I had bought on our trips to the grocery store together. It was a chicken breast, months old, that I had bagged and froze for later. I baked it in the oven.
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Happy people are never lonely. That’s what he said. Casey laughed, abruptly stopped, and glanced over at her summertime friend Joy who sat on the floor, fingering an ancient brass candelabrum. The candlelight flashed across her freckled young face—
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he took me in his arms, and was about to take me… and daddy came around the corner yelling and screaming
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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We enclose in the end of us, a wilderness.At the bottom—A wounding and bloodful sea.Between these two cardinal points, we divide,We love and evolve matching witsBlown by incessant airs of nirvanas there. Heaven, herself, is but a ready-made featherKnocking at the…
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Soft voices in private, in the street,
city noise violence disappears
she blinks her eyelids
and I can hear the lashes
intertwine and pull clear.
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Of sleep my being anaclisis I wish you
Knew the sultry, sunlit redwoods
I soar through sometimes…
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2100
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I, too, am guilty of the ancient, air-borne crimeThat for spring of woman usurping womanPerforating senses, she too winters over time. Ah! it behooves, how men like to believeThe more attractive this genome of woman is,The more dedicated will be her love. Disillusioned,…
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Bodied in you all insignia of womanly clings,
fingers infinite to the dew permutations
of beauty and beauty in parasol.
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Where was Nietzsche when I needed him? How exactly did I become who I am?
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My love was photovoltaic, not Elizabethan.
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There once was a girl who was lost in a storm. She wandered this way and that, this way and that, trying to find a way home. But the sky was too dark, and the rain too fierce; all the girl did was go in circles.
Then, suddenly, there were arms around her
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I have at the soul level only ever known five women if you dont count my mother.
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I want him to kiss me even if it feels like being licked by a fish.
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She had four last names in her young life . . . her father Haaken picked the name Bjørnsund, after the area where he most successfully caught fish, the Bear Sound.
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