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Her fingers hold the white curtains and the light blue drapes. Her hand is steady. Her heart is not.
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I suppose the lazy trees would have a thing or two to say about love
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I blame you for my short temper when I go off the handle when my blood runs cold and I can't think straight I can only react. When I say things I don't mean Even if I do. But I am glad for the fire you started inside of me. That time I…
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They stood before the pumpkin patch. He held her tight against him; his hands grazed hers inside of her sweatshirt pockets. The clouds above were gray and heavy. A rusty sign with a large pumpkin that read ‘Grandma's Farm' swung loosely on its chains…
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My toes curled together under the pathetic rag of a bedsheet, the frost creeping in through the two-inch deformity of the window on the left wall. I was tempted to sneak a glance at them to insure that they weren't black, but then decided that I'd…
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I love my new apartment: bay windows, crown moldings, smooth porcelain doorknobs. The only thing I don’t like is the color of my bedroom walls, a garish mustard yellow.
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Our smiles are so much older
than photographs suggest.
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“Well, aren’t you the cutest thing?”
Shelly looked around for the source of the line and one of the better looking bar flies met her gaze. He wore a faded t-shirt with a swoosh graphic that read ‘Just Do Me‘. True to its mystical nature, her indefatigabl
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I have never known this man. / He is not who he is.
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Deyrolle, established by the granddaughter of Jean–Babtiste Deyrolle, to house his scientific debris became a Paris fixture. A museum masquerading as a store and when casually mentioned in HG or when it was discovered that David Sedaris was an aficionado
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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Love is music
timed in heartbeat
move to rhythms ages old
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Her head wriggled towards me and there was a smell. An unusual smell. Not bad. Just unusual. It was hard to concentrate.
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when the sun goes down alone
vice is forgotten in the night wind
your lover's voice
on the phone
held fast in the balance
of gravity and momentum
overcoming inanimate objects
and the unknown
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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